I SUPPOSE, with the money sloshing around the game these days, Rugby Union, like Association Football, at the elite, professional level, has to seek to become an all-year-round game. Bugger the effect on the players, with playing through pain and the risk of burn-out, the almighty pound sterling, Euro, or dollar has to be chased. And if, years down the line, the game's rulers face court proceedings, brought by players whose health was damaged – well, that will be somebody else's problem.
Lang syne, I gave up on expecting the game's high heid yins to act to make our game more of a spectacle. The powers-that-be seem to prefer gladiatorial biff-bang-bosh attritional rugby to the game of evasion and handling skill I grew up with. “Never mind the quality – feel the width of the players,” appears to be today's watchwords in the game's corridors of power.
Back in the 1950s, when I first handled a rugby ball, the season was set in stone: you couldn't play 15-a-side games before 1 September, and you had to finish by 30 April. Even then, you could play Sevens, before and after those dates, and France had a dispensation for their championship to run on into May.
Gradually, more-so since the game went Open in 1995, we have had slippage. I write this on 31 May, four and a half weeks after, in the amateur days, the season would have ended. Yet, Edinburgh and Glasgow still have at least one more game to play, and should either or both keep winning, their season will not end until 18 June.
It's the same in England, where the Gallagher Premiership's Grand Final will also be played on 18 June, while the Grande Finale of france's Top 14 will take place one week later.
Then, of course, the top international players take off for the various Summer Tours to the Southern hemisphere, just to keep the music going.
Yet, on Friday and Saturday nights, of this weekend, we had the finals of the two most-important tournaments in Europe – the Heineken Champion's Cup and Challenge Cup. Surely, if a sport was genuinely trying to create a uniform and concerted media presence, these games would signal the end of the European 15-a-side season.
However, this cuts across the realpolitick of sport – each of the three leading European leagues is convinced, theirs is the number one competition, so is more important than the rest. Also, you have this nonsense of end-of-season play-offs, which, to my mind are nothing more than a none-too-subtle means of screwing a bit more money out of the paying public.
I don't have a problem with play-offs when, such as in North American college and professional sport, where you have two or more leagues (or conferences) as our trans-Atlantic cousins prefer, of roughly equivalent standard. Then, there is a case for play-downs to discover the overall best team.
But, it seems wrong when a team which has played every other team in its league, home and away and has emerged as the best at the end of the regular season, might be denied the trophy because of a bad day in the end-of-season play-offs.
Fewer games for the sake of games, more quality games, ought to be our watchword. Also, cut down on the unnecessary games, let the players have more recovery time, and I am sure we would see the quality rise.
We also, drastically, need a revision of the Laws, to bring back exciting, handling and running rugby, at the expense of the arm-wrestles we see today. But, that's anotehr argument, for another blog.
So, if we did away with end-of-season play-offs and handed the league title to the team which topped the table at the end of the regular season, we could cut at least a month off the season's length, then, get the domestic issues sorted out, leaving the two big European finals to end the season.
I think the players would welcome the additional rest.
GREAT to see Scotland's top referee wee Hollie Davidson leading the first all-female officiating team to take charge of a men's international, and one involving a Six Nations team, when she takes charge of the upcoming Portugal v Italy game.
Well done her, I always thought Joy Neville or Sara Cox might be the woman to truly shatter the glass ceiling. I am sure Hollie will not be over-awed by the occasion.
I noted a cheeky post on Facebook. Someone reckoned Hollie and her team had been given an “easy” game, minus the presence of those wannabee referees, Dan Biggar, Johnny Sexton and Owen Farrell, a trio who seem to be perpetually moaning at the match officials. I reckon, if any of those three started giving Hollie grief, she wouldn't be long with them – and they would quickly realise, you never upset a Scotswoman when she is working.
Hollie may have an artless, winning smile, but, like every Scots' lassie, she surely has an inner nippy sweetie, which can come out at any moment.


