Friday, 3 June 2011

Whatever happened to: Tea?

Once upon a time, many moons ago, in a land not so very far away, there lived a teenage boy who one day discovered the joys of playing rugby football.

Each Saturday he would turn up at his rugby club and play 80 minutes of rugby - running, passing and tackling until he was exhausted - whereupon he would retire to the sanctity of the changing room with his fellow players where he would be served cups of steaming hot sweet tea to revive his aching limbs.

The boy grew up into a man and week after week, month after month, year after year the ritual of drinking restorative after-match cups of tea continued.

Eventually the man stopped playing the sport he loved. Fourteen years later however, in response to a mid-life crisis, the man returned to the rugby pitch only to find that times had changed.

No longer were exhausted players greeted by the sight and smell of a pot of hot tea on their return to the changing room. Sometimes there was a jug of squash and sometimes there were bottles of water or, very occasionally, isotonic sports drinks. More often than not, however, there was nothing.

The man did not live happily ever after.

Whatever happened to tea?

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