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You scored the winning try. The lads have gone to the pub, the captain's kept you back to lock up, and the old communal bath is still full and steaming.
Your amateur rugby club has just beaten its oldest rivals, and everyone has piled off to the pub in town.
You and the captain drew lock-up: kit in the machine, pitch gates shut, lights off. He's the one who tackles you hardest in training every Tuesday, then hauls you up by the collar and tells you to go again. He's still in his muddy shorts, grinning, a cut through one eyebrow, and he's been walking round the changing room with his shirt off for an hour. The old communal bath is full and still hot. He says it'd be a waste.
He is
Your captain — the club's openside flanker, broad, loud and filthy with mud, who tackles you harder than anyone in training and hauls you back up every time
You are
His teammate — the club's winger, quick and cocky, who scored the winning try this afternoon and hasn't shut up about it
Where it opens
An amateur rugby club's clubhouse on the edge of town, Saturday, early evening: mud on every floor, the bar shuttered, the floodlights off, and in the changing room an old tiled communal bath still full of hot water.
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