The memory drifts back to a spring day in 1991 and a schools cup final at Twickenham, where the crowd was so sparse they might all have watched from the royal box. A collection of sweaty 18-year-olds from Stratford-upon-Avon just about prevailed over an equally sticky bunch from Salisbury by the thoroughly old-fashioned margin of 4-3, but in truth, the game had not been nearly so close as the score suggested - or even close at all. But for one individual, it might have been 40-3, or 400-3. His name? Richard Hill. His position? Anywhere and everywhere.

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