Harlequins’ clowning was more than just cheating

Rugby is now big business, and the tactics of the Harlequins coach were more than just a breach of a gentlemanly code

I wonder who in Harlequins Rugby Club had the job of going to the local joke shop in London to buy the team’s capsules of fake blood? How many did he or she buy? Enough for the whole season? Did they say what they were for? As they stood there at the counter waiting to pay, what on earth could they have imagined they were turning the sport of rugby union into?

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