Yesterday I took myself up to the olympic park. I’ve been watching some of the wheelchair rugby on tv, so I thought I’d go check it out. I got to the Copper Box arena just in time for the start of a Great Britain Vs France match. Before that moment, I had known very little about the sport, apart from it’s nickname: murderball. I was, however, instantly taken with it: not only was the rate at which those men were hitting each other’s chairs quite phenomenal, but the tactics involved in the game were quite intriguing. Indeed, I’d heard it referred to as a mixture of violence and chess. Within ten minutes, I decided I could see myself getting into the sport. It is slightly stop/start, but nevertheless it really draws the spectator in. I was really getting into it by the end, and went away, Great Britain having won the match, resolved to look a bit deeper.