By which of course is meant "rugby football". Soccer was that other abomination that many of us secretly loved playing, too, but which had to be reserved to semi-clandestine thrashes on Orwell Side on Sundays, preferably before or after Taffy went for an afternoon stroll.
Here is a word from Jerry Page:
modestly omits to mention that this is his own opus, and highly
interesting reading it makes, too. Yes, rugby was special at Woolverstone.
OK, so we weren't all as good as the best sides! We didn't always
exactly thrash the likes of Colchester and Wymondham, but many
of our teams were practically unbeatable, and nobody involved
in rugger during those years could have failed to feel they were
part of something special.