By Greg Marr When I graduated from our local rugby nursery, St Augustine’s College, most of my 1st XV team mates and I went down to Manly Colts. Why? Because our school coach had regularly sought the assistance of the then Manly Colts coach, Barry ‘Tizza’ Taylor, who encouraged us to play there. The first thing I learnt from Tizza at Manly was that it didn’t really matter who beat you, as long as it wasn’t Warringah. According to Tizza, every player that played for Warringah was either an “in-bred, a has-been, or a never-was”. It was a real eye-opener for us young gentlemen from the local college, as many of those Warringah guys actually went to our school, played rugby and surfed with us. Some even had one head and were reasonably literate. I guess the Manly guys decided that anyone who trained that far from the Steyne Hotel and who wanted to play rugby with a bunch of hillbillies on the site of a former tip, was not quite in full control of their sense