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By *usty OP   Woman
over a year ago

inverclyde

Saddened to hear of Doddie Weir passing away. He was a total legend in Rugby. RIP Doddie no more pain and suffering for your loved ones

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By *cottishpersonMan
over a year ago

east kilbride

Just heard about doddy, so sad, long live the tartan suit

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By *oShrinkingVioletWoman
over a year ago

the land of unicorns and fairytales

So sad x

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By *uiet_69Man
over a year ago

Near

RIP

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By *ane DTV/TS
over a year ago

London - till 25th

Met him a couple of times at events he was working at, lovely man.

So so sad.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

So Sad. Such an amazing man and so brave. God Bless his woge and family xx

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By *mateur100Man
over a year ago

nr faversham

RIP big man

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago


"So Sad. Such an amazing man and so brave. God Bless his wife and family xx"
RIP Doodie

(Had to repost due to autocorrect error on previous post reply) x

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By *estless nativeMan
over a year ago

near Glasgow

A true sporting legend and role model in how to approach adversity.

RIP

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By *alos666Couple
over a year ago

Glasgow

Scotland has lost a legend tonight. I saw this man score his first try in 1990 v Argentina and he was a 6 foot 7 whirlwind of knees and elbows with the same grace as a gazelle on ?? after 6 lagers. An absolute force of chaotic nature on the pitch. He championed Scotland with his battle against MND he was a worldwide inspiration with the “My Names Doddie” foundation. He always was a joy to speak to and was one of the nicest people you could meet. I think I still have my 97 Lions top when he was picked to play in SA. I’ll leave the best rugby poem I've ever heard and one I read out when my father passed.

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When the battle scars have faded

And the truth becomes a lie

And the weekend smell of liniment

Could almost make you cry.

When the last rucks well behind you

And the man that ran now walks

It doesn’t matter who you are

The mirror sometimes talks

Have a good hard look old son!

The melons not that great

The snoz that takes a sharp turn sideways

Used to be dead straight

You’re an advert for arthritis

You’re a thoroughbred gone lame

Then you ask yourself the question

Why the hell you played the game?

Was there logic in the head knocks?

In the corks and in the cuts?

Did common sense get pushed aside?

By manliness and guts?

Do you sometimes sit and wonder

Why your time would often pass

In a tangled mess of bodies

With your head up someone’s arse?

With a thumb hooked up your nostril

Scratching gently on your brain

And an overgrown Neanderthal

Rejoicing in your pain!

Mate – you must recall the jersey

That was shredded into rags

Then the soothing sting of Dettol

On a back engraved with tags!

It’s almost worth admitting

Though with some degree of shame

That your wife was right in asking

Why the hell you played the game?

Why you’d always rock home legless

Like a cow on roller skates

After drinking at the clubhouse

With your low down d*unken mates

Then you’d wake up – check your wallet

Not a solitary coin

Drink Berocca by the bucket

Throw an ice pack on your groin

Copping Sunday morning sermons

About boozers being losers

While you limped like Quasimodo

With a half a thousand bruises!

Yes – an urge to hug the porcelain

And curse Sambuca’s name

Would always pose the question

Why the hell you played the game!

And yet with every wound re-opened

As you grimly reminisce it

Comes the most compelling feeling yet

God, you bloody miss it!

From the first time that you laced a boot

And tightened every stud

That virus known as rugby

Has been living in your blood

When you dreamt it when you played it

All the rest took second fiddle

Now you’re standing on the sideline

But your hearts still in the middle

And no matter where you travel

You can take it as expected

There will always be a breed of people

Hopelessly infected

If there’s a teammate, then you’ll find him

Like a gravitating force

With a common understanding

And a beer or three, of course

And as you stand there telling lies

Like it was yesterday old friend

You’ll know that if you had the chance

You’d do it all again

You see – that’s the thing with rugby

It will always be the same

And that, I guarantee

Is why the hell you played the game!

By Rupert McCall

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RIP Doddie ??

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By *avie65Man
over a year ago

In the west.

Number 5.

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Big Doddie was an inspiration..a gentleman a family man and a colussus to tackle MND the way he did..his passing is a real loss.

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