I remember a mealtime at school when I was sitting with a couple of players from the Australian Rugby Union team … I went to Rugby School where the game began and the Australian squad was visiting whilst on tour … and the hooker who was sitting opposite me was much more interested in whether I enjoyed playing the game than whether I was any good at it. He treated the question of whether I was any good at the game as almost an irrelevancy. I admired and appreciated his attitude, which was truly gentle and affirming … something you might not have expected from an Australian front-row rugby player who was clearly good enough and competitive enough to have made it into the national team.