Toronto Wolfpack forward James Laithwaite recalls the day he broke his neck
TORONTO — It started as a routine rugby league tackle. But bad things can happen when some 900 pounds of beef collides at speed with no padding.
That’s what happened April 23 when the Salford Red Devils, riding high in the penthouse of English rugby league, hosted the fledgling Toronto Wolfpack in the fifth round of the Ladbrokes Challenge Cup.
Adrenalin was flowing early on as the Wolfpack, a fully professional side starting life in England’s third tier, faced their biggest challenge to date. And Newton’s third law — for every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction — was about to hammer Toronto forward James Laithwaite in the head.
Bob Beswick, a fireplug-shaped hooker who doubles as the Wolfpack’s strength and conditioning coach, met the Salford ball-runner full on. As Beswick held him up, the six-foot-two 223-pound Laithwaite came in from his teammate’s right to help wrestle the Red Devil down to the ground.


