Has to be said that the drug in question was not "performance enhancing" - not unless the definition of "flying in the front row" has radically changed since the ruckandrioller hung up his boots - but oh dear, oh dear...
The chubby faced pop wannabe has blown it, it would seem. A lucrative contract with Bath, the lack of options in the English front row guaranteeing him passage to the next World Cup, the Lions on the horizon back in his home country - all blown away like, well, a line of white powder. The cynical nature of the announcement, coinciding as it did with the exact moment when Obama was clearing his throat several thousand miles away, leaves the average rugby fan wondering...
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