Lets be honest, lads, it looks bad. But as I explained to Leo at the end of the game, gouging is horrible, only done by, er, gougers, and has no place in the game of rugby, the game that I love. There was no way I was trying to gouge him. I was trying to twist the head off him, maybe drill my fingers into his brain through the auditory canal and lobotomise him, leave him a quivering shell of a man fit only for the retirement home, or the Sky commentary couch.
Nothin' nasty, you know?
And Leo, fair play to him, wished me all the best with the disciplinary panel. Of course, now that I think about it, I hadn't been cited at that stage...
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