Rugby blues

At the age of nine, my son's games report described him as "the Billy Whizz of the Under 10 Cs". Two years later, promoted to the A team, he was affectionately called "Freaky Legs". Moving to senior school at 13, his new tag was "The Red Rocket". But now, at 16, and fed up with his serial injuries, he has decided to hang up his rugby boots and concentrate on sprinting (where the aggression is all in the mind-games, but at least he is unlikely to be physically attacked). His new soubriquet is Ferdinand (who has a very sympathetic mother).