'This is it for me... every journey has its end and every curtain has its call'

So, this is it for me. Every journey has its end and every curtain has its call, and I’m now having to admit that I can’t play rugby forever. There’s always that nagging doubt in the back of your mind as a rugby player, that nudges you to say, ‘go on…one more year!’. Sometimes you listen to it, but sometimes you take a step back and realise that now is time. This can come into sharp focus when you’re sharing a changing room with lads who were just a glint in their dad’s eye when Gazza missed that cross against Germany at Wembley by an inch of his studs! 

But as the old adage goes, it’s better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all. Speaking to some players who have retired recently their advice is to embrace it. Like any fork in the road, retirement is just another opportunity to grasp and I am of the belief that there’s still so much to look forward to in life after rugby. 

Yet, I won’t gloss over the fact I am leaving a sport and a way of life, that has given me so much opportunity, and in turn, has provided me a wealth of memories, friendships, and life lessons since I first laced up my boots as a snotty-nosed kid in Warrington. 

Saracens' David Strettle scoring one of the many tries of his career (Photo by David Rogers/Getty Images)

From finding so much enjoyment in playing the game at my local club Lymm RFC, to learning the ropes at Rotherham Titans - then being lucky enough to play at three of the elite clubs our game can boast in Harlequins, ASM Clermont Auvergne and Saracens, I have been incredibly lucky throughout my career.

To play for my country is something that I will look back on with immense pride, on both the Sevens circuit and then for the England national side. I still sometimes have to pinch myself to think I’ve enjoyed the opportunities I’ve enjoyed. 

I’d also like to thank Saracens, who provided me and my family with the opportunity to return to Allianz Park for one more season. I feel incredibly lucky to come back to this club, and a massive thank you must go to Nigel Wray and Mark McCall, all the coaching and backroom staff, past and present for their support and encouragement, and my teammates, for sharing so many experiences and memories with along the way. 

My final thanks go to my family. To my mum and dad, for doing what every good parent does by believing in me and providing me with the support and dedication to make the world my oyster. 

Latterly in my life, to my wife, Phoebe, and my two little munchkins, Isla and Leo, for giving me the perfect reason to play rugby, to make them proud.

So… from me, thank you. Thanks for all your support, thanks for all the memories, and here’s to making one or two more before I become another one of those grumpy old timers who charge modest sums to speak at your local rugby club to trot out the tired old clichés!