I
NOTICED last
week, a wee item which rather slipped under the radar. Apparently the
SRU is going to award Eric Liddell's daughter a new Scotland cap, to
replace the one which her father, the former Scotland winger and Olympic Champion,
was rightly awarded back in the 1920s, the original cap having
vanished following his death in China during WWII.
Eric Liddell - his daughter is to receive a replacement for his lost Scotland cap
Nothing
wrong with that, I applaud the Union for the gesture. A fine lady,
now in the twilight of her life will have a tangible memento of her
legendary father, and his sporting exploits, which have lit-up
Scottish life for nigh on a century.
But,
that got me thinking; what happened to a suggestion I made to wee Ed
Crozier, back when he was SRU President?
I
had heard of a Welsh Rugby Union initiative, whereby, players who
played in war-time of Victory “internationals” - or who played in
what were then “non-capped” games, against the likes of Japan,
Samoa, Argentina or Fiji, countries whom, when played today are
“capped” games, but never played in what was then considered a
“full-cap” game, were awarded a ”President's” cap to
recognise their achievement.
Ed Crozier, a slightly less-distinguished 400 metres runner than Liddell
was keen to belatedly "cap" others who lost out due to WWII
My
particular motivation for the suggestion was the story of my own PE
teacher at Cumnock Academy, Jock “Stiffy” McClure. Big Jock
played in eight war-time internationals, and in one Victory
international, against Ireland in 1946, but, he never won an official
full cap. There were another eight players in the same boat.
Wee
Eddie took my suggestion on-board, went to the SRU Board with it,
but, could not persuade them to dip into the coffers and make that
small gesture. Maybe we were more skint than TCD was making out at
the time, and the cost of nine caps would have burst the SRU budget.
But,
if they can award one to the Liddell family – why not the other
nine families who missed-out due to the war? Over to you Dee
Bradbury.
THE
WAY whereby
professional rugby is growing ever-more like professional football
was starkly displayed by one of the leading articles in the Rugby
section of the New Zealand Herald's sports pages yesterday.
Apparently
All Blacks great Ma'a Nonu has been getting pelters from his team
mates, for turning up to club training in his new wheels – a Tesla
Model X suv, which apparently retails in New Zealand for $NZ 140,000
– that's £72,000 in sterling.
Could
be worse I suppose, they're not yet at the stage of playing: “count
the Bentleys” in the training ground car parks in New Zealand, as
they are at the football training grounds of England.
Nonu
claims his the Tesla was his wife's idea, but, it does show the money
that can be made playing in France. Which reminds me, does anyone
know: has Finn got his Lamborghini yet?
QUIP
OF the
week surely, came during Monday night's PRO14 highlights show on Free
Sports. During the Munster v Connacht game, one of the Connacht
players was complaining loudly that he had been taken-out, off the
ball by a Munster-man.
The
Irish commentator, watching the replay said: “He should be asking
Tadgh Beirne for tips on how to milk a penalty there,” a clear
reference to Beirne's blatant dive during the European Cup match
against Edinburgh.
.”
Mind
you, a close second was that from another of the veterans of Scottish
Rugby writing, about Phil Smith's pointed comments concerning
professional player release, following Saturday's Scottish Cup Final.
This
pillar of the press box said: “Oh! I do love the sound of a whingeing
Herioter.”
Monday
night TV is a good evening for followers of rugby. Still fuming at
BBC Shortbread's advertising film for Ruth Davidson – Saviour of
the Union, I quickly calmed down when I switched over to Channel
Five's Gallagher Premiership round-up.
Mark
Durden-Smith and David Flatman are a terrific presenting double act, who really
bring enthusiasm for rugby to the table. Flatman displaying the
multi-coloured toe nails which his daughters left him with must have
had the rest of the freemasonry of front-rowers chuckling.
The
Gallagher Premiership round-up was followed by two hours of the PRO14
on Free Sports. In my view, our poor wee Celtic League, across the
board, offers more-entertaining rugby. I mean, who wants to watch
Exeter Chiefs going through 29 phases before a prop rumbles over from
two metres? Far better to watch George Horne breaking from his own 22
with Hoggy in support.
I
started with Munster v Connacht, so I will finish there. Big Reddy of
the week surely goes to Munster's Andrew Conway, left with a walk-in
try, only to be stripped of the ball, before he could dot down for a
simple try, by a back-tracking Connacht player.
THE
NEW ZEALAND HERALD has
today revealed, that, on the team bus, on the way to play the New
Zealand Barbarians in the opening game of the 2017 Tour, some of the
British and Irish Lions players, actually fell asleep, because they
were still jet-lagged, having only flown into New Zealand 48 hours
before the match.
That
late arrival was down to the demands of the big English clubs, whose
Premiership final was held so-late on in the season, the squad did
not get what they considered would be the requisite preparation time
together.
Reminds
me of the 1971 Lions Tour, in which the squad, suffering from what
their Aberdonian manager Dr Doug Smith revealed was: “circadian
rhythm disorder” - that's severe jet lag in layman's terms – were
beaten by an unrated Queensland side.
Since
then, the science of jetting across the world to play sport has
advanced somewhat, but, as the events of two years ago showed,
mistakes, brought-on by having to appease the greedy and selfish, can
still trip you up.











