LIFE OF RYAN
A TOUCH OF guilt probably made him do it. Guilt and stubbornness. Ryan Wilson’s wife, Bex, told him to deploy the services of a handyman but the Glasgow Warriors and Scotland back-row was having none of it.
A handyman to dig a few holes in the garden, to pour in some concrete and jam in the poles of their daughter’s new gymnastic bars? No chance.
Ava’s seventh birthday was coming up and Wilson knew he was going to miss it because of the World Cup. It’ll be the first time he’s missed the birthday of any of his three kids, the middle one Jaxon being five – “a bloody monster, already bigger than George Horne” – and wee Bella, “the devil child”, the youngest at two.
“Bex was saying, ‘You must be mad, get somebody in to do it, you’re playing Georgia on Friday, you’re the captain!’ It was the week of our last warm-up game. I was driving her crazy. I spent
