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Raging Bull Phil Vickery Autobiography Book

England This is the iconic tight head prop’s own incredible story, the tale of a true legend of rugby union; a tough, no nonsense player who is as fearless and uncompromising on the pitch as he is a great raconteur off of it. His career spans amateurism and professionalism, starting in the Cornish countryside and traveling to two World Cup finals and two Lions tours. Vickery is a hugely passionate player! He sports a tattoo which announces I’ll fight you to the death and has overcome serious injuries (including eight operations) in a career of stunning highs and devastating lows. He plays his sport in the best traditions of rugby and he is a storyteller par excellence. Raging Bull will transport readers to the England front row in Six Nations clashes at Twickenham, to the changing rooms on British Lions tours, and to the bars of many an amateur rugby club. It will remind fans what rugby is really all about-the fun and camaraderie, the passion and commitment, as the former herdsman turned England and Lions star takes you to the heart and soul of the sport he loves. 352 Pages. From a pint and a pie to ice baths and deep tissue massages, from Cornish Colts to World Cup final captain, and from qualified cattle inseminator to owner of a sports fashion label, Phil Vickery, a.k.a. Raging Bull, has pretty such seen and done it all in life and in rugby, straddling the amateur and professional eras like a bovine colossus. It may have been rugby’s perfect storm. England and the World Cup of 2003. It was certainly a team for the ages. That big, powerful front row that could get around the park too. Martin Johnson in the engine room. The loose forwards who fit together like a hand in a glove Dallaglio, Hill, and Back. The threats out wide like Jason Robinson and Ben Cohen. Did we miss anyone? Ah, yes, some bloke named Wilkinson. Hey Jonn y Jonn y! Jonn y Jonn y Jonn y Wil kin son! So sang the English fans who crowded the pubs and mobbed the streets of Sydney. They it sang on the trains to and from Homebush for the games, and they sang it massed in a sea of white at Olympic Stadium. Then there was that mad scientist of a coach. Clive Woodward. No stone unturned. No expense spared. No idea too weird or wonderful to consider. The result? Cup glory for England. Victory parades in London. Honors for everyone arise Sir Clive! England, who, after all invented the whole sport, were unequivocally, undisputedly, finally on top. Number one. World Cup winners. A perfect storm. A perfect story. And then, four years later, to come out against all the odds and make such a valiant defense of their title. A team, denigrated by everyone including many of their fans, showed what the power of English pride could accomplish. So go tell your kids so that they will tell their kids. Introduce them to that great rugby cathedral Twickenham. Baptise them in the 6Nations tournament. And let them anoint the next generation of English rugby heroes who will wear the white and the rose and search to re create the perfect storm and forever defend the pride of a nation.