Summary
Ever since 2004, when Worcester stepped blinking into the sunlight that is the Premiership, the upper half of English rugby's top flight has remained a party to which Warriors have not been invited. A gentleman's club from which they have been seemingly permanently blackballed.
Every time they inquire about membership at the start of another season a surly secretary, bearing a green, white and red Leicester tie, the custodian of the society's exclusivity, dismisses any notion of inclusion.See the full content of this document
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Kvesic Develops a Sixth Sense ...
While Gloucester, Saracens, Northampton and London Irish are obsequiously waved through to the smoking room where they are to wait for Mr Heineken, with holes in their knees and laughing soles on their shoes Worcester remain on the...
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