Summary
DAVID HILTON didn't have a care in the world as he sat eating breakfast at his house in Newhaven opposite Harry Ramsden's on Sunday, 12 March 2000 as his young family played around his feet. A natural optimist, even being part of the squad that had been humiliated in Rome in Scotland's first Six Nations game hadn't dulled his spirits. Nor had the increasing amount of time he was spending on the bench while a promising youngster called Tom Smith settled into Hilts' old position on the left-hand side of the front row.
Even the indignity of being cuffed 28-16 by France at Murrayfield the day before wasn't enough to destroy his good mood. Hilton had only come on as a sub but he could still feel the bruises from a typically feisty encounter that had seen two Frenchmen yellow- carded.See the full content of this document
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The Lost Legacy
Hilton says that Newhaven is "Baltic in the winter and shrouded in sea mist for half the summer", but there was no haar that day. As the spring sunshine lit up his house alongside the Firth of Forth, the Glasgow Caledonians loosehead prop had his head stuck in the newspapers, immersing himself in the reports of the previous day's other two matches. Ireland had stuck 60 points on the Azzurri and a rampant England side had scored almost as many against Wales at Twic...
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