It's hard, to sum up, Scott. He was the greatest man I knew. He didn't have a bad bone in his body. I had known him for over 18 years and couldn't have asked for a better friendship.

Writing this is one of the hardest things I have ever had to do. I have gone through my whole rugby career as a group of 3. It was always Scott, Ryan, and I. They were there the first day I ever picked up a rugby ball back at Sunbury manor. The first time, we all played for Middlesex. Me with my bright yellow banana boots and Scott with his parachute for shorts. Attending the Wasps school of rugby and the day we found our home at London Irish. We played London Irish amateurs, silver academy, gold academy and we all got a spot in the AASE program.

It wasn't just rugby that we would be together. We had the same group of friends so if we weren't at rugby, we would be up to no good somewhere else. There were even times when we went on holiday together, all thinking we had the magic with the ladies. Always a failure but never mind as we always had tomorrow to try. The stories I could tell could fill a book and get us into a bit of trouble too!

One memory that will stay with me forever. The day we played Hartpury College. No one had ever beaten them. The game was at the Avenue. It was a very physical game. There was about 10 minutes left of the game, I went down with cramp and couldn't keep going.

So I was taken off Just as the final whistle blew. We won the game and all the whole team ran on pitch & the boys were on the other side of the field. I went to try to run on but couldn't. Scott turns around, runs over pulls me up, puts me on his back, and carries me over to the guys so I can celebrate with everyone. That sums up Scott, always caring about others and helping anyone he can.

I love you Scott and you will forever be my friend, brother, teammate and we will forever be the 3 that shouldn't have gone as far as we did.

Gone but never forgotten.