Smith was the ‘Mr Indestructible’ of Australian rugby, yet he was helped off the pitch. Hooker Hibbard simply shook his trademark blond locks and carried on helping the Lions earn their 2013 series victory. Soon, pictures of "Hibbz" celebrating in the dressing room with James Bond actor Daniel Craig were being beamed around the world.
In Lionheart the Ospreys star reflects on his long and often rocky road to the top of world rugby: from his roots in Port Talbot, to his stint with rugby league club Aberavon Fighting Irish, to fighting back from countless serious injuries.
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About the Author
Richard Hibbard started his rugby career at Taibach and Aberavon Quins before playing for the Wizards. A hugely physical player, he played rugby league for Aberavon Fighting Irish before moving to Swansea and later Ospreys, where he won the prestigious Patron's Player of the Year award 2005–2006 season. Since his first call up to the Wales National Squad in 2006, he has won 23 caps and was part of the victorious British & Irish Lions squad during the 2013 tour of Australia.
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If it was ever going to happen, it would have happened then.
I had just helped the British and Irish Lions win a Test series in Australia, my tackle had crumpled their key player, and a picture of me celebrating with James Bond actor Daniel Craig, had been beamed around the world. It was my moment in the sun.
But it didn’t happen that night, or the next. Just as it didn’t happen after I won my first cap for Wales in 2006.
All my life I’ve been waiting for the phone to ring and for the bloke on the other end to tell me he was my dad. I don’t know who he is or where he is. I don’t know if he’s still alive, or whether he even knows about me. The only certainty is that if the phone rang and he wanted to meet me, I’d agree.
After that, I don’t know. A handshake … maybe an awkward conversation. After which, I’ve no idea. Maybe I’d thump him for all the grief and struggle he’d caused Sibs. Who knows?
My mother never really talked about my father and I never really asked. Growing up, that’s just the way it was. It wasn’t discussed. Sometimes I used to imagine the phone at home might ring and he’d be on the other end, with some kind of explanation. But the call never came.