There was a time when the Golden Lions of Ellis Park trained on the fields near the bottom of the sprawling Marks Park sports club. They were led by Andre Vos, a good, honest and straight-up man who was well-liked and respected. During one of those long days at Marks Park, he took a break from training to sit down on the stands and let the pain of the afternoon seep out of him. He and his team had been drilled into the ground, a koppestamp session that went on and on. It was old-school rugby training, and old school is not always best. Vos had had a lifetime of old-school rugby and training. He wasn’t happy with the way they were being smashed. He had been smashed throughout his career. He spoke of how one of his shoulders was smashed to the bone, the other wasn’t much better. There were other bits of him in states of disrepair, but he kept on keeping on. He loved the sport, but it had taken its toll on him. He spoke about how he would play 36 games a season. That was too much. Ther...

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