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[bullfightposter]

Time: August 15, 2000
Status: Open to spectators or joiners in
Setting: The manor lawn
Summary: Brian teaches the way of the rugger

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[average_adam]

"Er," said Adam eloquently, looking uncertain. "How do I know if I'm in front of it?"

He wasn't sure about this venture. It was Brian, so it had to be okay, but he tended to prefer games without a lot of rules. And did he really have to be wearing such a small pair of shorts?

[bullfightposter]

"...easy. The other person's tri-line is over THERE," Brian said, pointing to the imaginary goal. He put the ball down. He stood between the enemy goal and the ball. "In front of it."

And then between their imaginary goal and the ball. "Behind it. An' if you are in front of it and you touch it, that's off sides and it's a penalty."

[average_adam]

Shaking his head, Adam tried to force himself to think in only two dimensions. He'd been rubbish in geometry.

"All right. Stay to the west of the ball. But if you can't move it forward, how do you get it into their goal?"

[bullfightposter]

Brian beamed. "You can't THROW it forward. You can run with it-- and toss it to the side and a bit back to another teammate who's coming up behind you. And then you may be tackled, but they can run."

Wasn't it wonderful?

[average_adam]

Well this was going to end in tears...

"I'll try," said Adam hesitantly. "Go on and walk by a bit."

[bullfightposter]

Brian did-- walking slowly but firmly, not spreading his legs apart far or anything else.

[average_adam]

Trying to copy Brian's move from before, Adam ran, crouched down low, grabbed Brian's knees and held them together as his momentum carried them both over. Or that was the plan anyway...

[bullfightposter]

"Bit high, isn't it?" Brian said. Adam hadn't locked tightly enough-- which was hard to learn, he admitted, he'd done it more times than he could think, and now he'd spread his legs a bit to move Adam's arms up to his thighs. And kept walking. "That sudden tight clench is important."