I
AM replaying an old record so-often these days, I maybe
ought to change the name of the author of this blog to “Tony
Blackburn”.
But,
without apology, I return to my favourite theme of recent weeks, the
disgracefully-bad level of rugby journalism in Scotland. Not that I
am criticising the guys at the sharp end, the on-the-ground
reporters. OK, there are a couple of guys who write by-lined stuff
for newspapers, whose continued employment appears to me to be wholly
justified on the grounds they have incriminating photographs of their
Editors, or Sports Editors – to my jaundiced eye, it has nothing to
do with a talent for writing about rugby.
The late, great Norman Mair
Norman Mair and Bill McLaren would have been all over this story like a rash. Bill McMurtrie, the ultimate rugby poacher turned gamekeeper would also surely have had an opinion.
and this other legend would have had plenty to say
But,
the main cause of rugby's diminished profile on the sports pages of
Scotland's serious newspapers (no tittering at the back there) is a
lack of will from the 'papers' management – and a generation of
younger journalists who appear to think “sport” means the same as
“football” - and that “football” is all about 17th
and 18th century
political and religious differences in Ireland.
I
write this blog for fun; it is something to do in my semi-retirement.
I am not out to change the world – I accept I have neither the
reach or political influence of Wings Over Scotland for instance –
it's a bit of fun to keep a guy in his seventies ticking-over.
However,
when a couple of blog posts I write about: 1, “the French
Connection” and 2, “the Semi-professional league suggestion”
can between them have nearly 2000 “hits” - then clearly, I am
onto a subject which interests the Scottish rugby community.
To
therefore go to the websites of the two Scottish newspapers which
give rugby the greatest coverage and find no mention of either
subject, days after these issues entered the public domain – well,
you have to ask yourself: “What the fuck is going on”?
Have
the SRU bought these papers' silence? Have Godfather Dodson and his
Consiglieri – Scott “Lesser-Spotted” Johnson leaned on the
papers' rugby writers and their Editors, perhaps suggesting, if they
touch the subject: “you sleep with the fishes”? Or, is it as I
suggest, a combination of incompetence and a lack of desire to work
on a July Sunday.
Did the Godfather buy the papers's silence?
But,
for the rugby public of Scotland, it is not good enough – we
deserve better.
Of
course, we have only ourselves to blame, to a degree. During the
occasional petty disputes about the governance of the game, we hear,
often repeated, the cries from the guys in the nice Murrayfield
blazers: “But, we are the servants of the clubs – the clubs are
the Union”.
Well,
maybe it is time the clubs seriously got together and took a stand.
Since the game went professional, it seems to me rugby's “civil
service” has expanded to a huge extent, while the game has, if not
shrunk, failed to expand at the same speed and to the same degree.
I
often remark how, in my own club, where, when I was playing, we
fielded five adult XVs, today we field three. The counter-argument to
this is, when I played, we didn't have replacements, so we were
talking of 75 guys playing each week, and maybe another team injured
or unavailable. Today, the three teams equal 69 players – not that
big a drop, also, in my day, we had teenagers playing with adults –
I made my 2nd XV
debut with the club aged 15 – this is not allowed today, but, the
youth rugby scene is expanding.
So,
it maybe, there are more players active today, but, not that many
more. Back then, the SRU's staff was a lot smaller than today. We,
the players and the clubs appear to be supporting a lot more staff
and administrators, for a lot less influence.
In
big organisations, and the SRU is a big organisation, you sometimes,
some say often, find, a lot of people more-interested in
empire-building, and cementing their own positions, than in growing
the organisation. I sometimes feel, there is a lot of this within
Murrayfield.
We
used to get as-annoyed, if not more-upset, at what we saw as the
excesses of the “alickadoos” (for younger readers, the
administrators of whom it was said: “him, all he can do is talk”).
But, deep down, we realised, these guys gave an awful lot of time and
energy to the game, their only reward, the knowledge that, at some
point in the future, they would get their year in the sun, sitting
next to the Princess Royal at games, as SRU President.
The
route to that exalted status is longer, steeper and more-difficult
today, and fewer guys seem willing to walk it, which leaves the game
more and more in the hands of the so-called “professionals”.
Whatever the likes of Finn Russell is being paid - they're worth it
But,
in spite of the big money the likes of Stuart Hogg, Finn Russell and
Jonny Gray and Gregor Townsend earn – and I do not begrudge these
guys a penny, they deserve their superstar salaries; rugby is at
heart an amateur game – we play it and get involved for the love of
the game.
It
is time the apparatchiks at Murrayfield paid a bit more attention to
and gave a bit more thought to the real heroes of the game – the
guys who, unpaid and unheralded, make it work from Ayr and Melrose
down to Mull, Langholm or Fraserburgh – to name three lowly clubs
at random.
The
proposed six-club semi-professional league is, as a lot of people
have made clear to me over the weekend – a non-starter. Come on
Murrayfield, you can and must do better.
And,
come on the clubs – tell them it's shite and insist they come-up
with something better, for the sake of Scottish rugby.


















