I remember once on a junior match down on the Nidd in Killinghall, after the weigh a few of us were larking about when a mate of mine stepped backward into a rabbit warren which consequently saw him fall head over heels into a fresh, steaming cow pat!
When his dad arrived to pick him up he made him wash in the river and he was forced to wear only his waterproofs home in the car, ouch, the chaffage!
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