Two 90 year old men, Dai and Emrys, have been friends all of their lives. When it's clear that Emrys is dying, Dai visits him every day. One day Dai says, 'Emrys, we both loved rugby all our lives, and we played rugby on Saturdays together for so many years. Please do me one favour, when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there's rugby there.' ... Emrys looks up at Dai from his death bed,' Dai, you've been my best friend for many years. If it's at all possible, I'll do this favour for you. Shortly after that, Emrys passes on. At midnight a couple of nights later, Dai is awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him, 'Dai--Dai.' 'Who is it? Asks Dai sitting up suddenly. 'Who is it?' 'Dai--it's me, Emrys.' 'You're not Emrys. Emrys just died.' 'I'm telling you, it's me, Emrys,' insists the voice.' 'Emrys! Where are you?' 'In heaven', replies Emrys. 'I have some really good news and a little bad news.' 'Tell me the good news first,' says Dai. The good news,' Emrys says,' is that there's rugby in heaven. Better yet, all of our old friends who died before us are here, too. Better than that, we're all young again. Better still, it's always spring time and it never rains or snows. And best of all, we can play rugby all we want, and we never get tired.' 'That's fantastic,' says Dai. 'It's beyond my wildest dreams! So what's the bad news?' 'You're in the team for Tuesday.