ONE OF RUGBY UNION'S USPs is that it is: “A game for all shapes and sizes”. It allowed the fat lads to play as props; the two-legged giraffes to fill the two lock positions; the dwarf psychopaths to either hook of play scrum-half, and athletes of various dimensions to fill the back row and back division positions.
That “fat boys play prop” rule was first questioned in 1990, when Leeds Rhinos signed prop Dai Young from Cardiff and immediately put him on a diet, since he would be required to do a bit more running around in Rugby League than he had been doing in Union.
Fast forward 35 years and today's props, whilst still large individuals, have a lot more muscle definition and a lot less sheer bulk than in the amateur era, because, as with the Union game as a whole – they now do a lot less scrumming and a lot more running than of yore.
But, you still get the odd player who has perhaps a bit too much sheer weight, put on at the expense of stamina – eg the fact Australia's two main ball-carrying, hard yards forwards in the first half last Saturday – Will Skelton and Rob Valentini didn't have sufficient (to use an old Ayrshire expression) “pith” to get back on the park for the second half.
OK, in their defence, both had come back from injury, but, even with the professional game's far-too-lenient view of the number of replacements allowed, the fact neither could come out for the second half is a poor reflection on the fitness levels expected of them by their clubs and their international managers.
I often wonder – are our game's strength and conditioning coaches doing a good job in preparing today's players for the rigours of 80 minutes of professional sport?
Mind you, strength and conditioning training is not an exact science. I still chuckle at the story the late, great All Black Colin “Pinetree” Meads told in his excellent autobiography, written some 50 years ago. The New Zealand Government introduced a scheme to bring marginal land into agricultural use, so Colin and younger brother Stan, who was also an all Black, set to, converting such land on their farm to productive use. This involved back-breaking labour with hand tools, scythes, picks and shovels and kept them going most of the off-season, with the result, both had lost a considerable bit of weight.
The All Blacks coaches, while acknowledging that farm work had kept the pair fitter than most, told them, they would have to go into the gym and lift weights to bulk themselves up again. As Colin told it: they were recommended to the best gym for miles around and the first question the coach there asked them was: “right fellas – do you want to look good or be strong”?
So, it appears different regimes give different results – are our S&C guys always using the correct regime for the needs of our game?
IT IS ALMOST a given here in God's Orange County, to have no time for “The Orange Clown” who currently owns Turnberry Hotel. Even before we knew he regularly and with impunity breaches the 12th commandment: “Thou shalt not cheat at Golf” and equally regularly ignores the 11th: “Thou must not get caught” we had little time for the ex-pat Gael, Donald-John Trump.
That said, to partake of the Sunday Brunch at Turnberry is to enjoy one of life's great dining experiences – provided you leave room for the desserts – which are the highlight of the occasion; while, if not quite as good as its owner repeatedly hypes it up to be, Turnberry's Ailsa Course is one of the finest places on which to spoil a good walk.
We are repeatedly told, the reason for Turnberry's absence from the Open Championship roster is as much to do with infrastructure as with the unwillingness of The Royal and Ancient Golf Club of St Andrew's to give golf's biggest and most notorious cheat what another divisive (but more adroit) politician dubbed: “the oxygen of publicity”. I mean, given his behaviour at the recent FIFA World Club Championship final, Donald-John would probably keep the Claret Jug and insist he won it fair and square, with a new Open record score of 70 shots – for the four rounds.
Mind you, considering, after many years of delays and excuses, since the last time The Open was at Turnberry, the powers that be have finally managed to build the Maybole By-Pass. That bit of road was supposedly on the drawing board, when I bought my first house, in Maybole, when I got married in 1968 – it finally arrived in 2022. All we need now is to see Minishant and Kirkoswald by-passed, but, don't hold your breath.
It doesn't help Turnberry either that South Ayrshire Council, the local authority, is, if not the worst Council in Scotland, very-definitely in the conversation as to which is.The coonsilors I've come across couldn't get elected unopposed to the position of dog-catcher in a red-neck town in the Deep South, while the paid officials strike me as incapable of running a menauge.
That said, there is also the problem of our elected officers at Holyrood. OK, I accept a whack of the tax money which we Scots gift to the Exchequer each year is kept back, so we can subsidise our Imperial Masters in Westminster, but, really, the A77 – the main road past Turnberry, is the route from the Central Belt to the important ferry port of Cairnryan, our link to Ireland – it really should have been dualled lang syne. Even the new Maybole By-Pass is single carriageway.
Maybe if the SNP had spent less time cosying-up to the Trans and Gay lobbies and a bit more time sorting-out Scotland's inadequate infrastructure, we'd have been a lot better-off and maybe more-willing to think of Independence – but, this again supposes the SNP still believes in Independence, rather than simply in keeping their own snouts in the feeding trough.
Back when Turnberry Hotel first opened, in Edwardian days, the driving force was Alexander Kennedy, third Marquess of Ailsa. He even persuaded his fellow directors of The Glasgow and South West Railway to build a light railway line – The Dunure and Miadens Light Railway, which ran from Ayr to Turnberry, then on to Girvan. In truth, this was a loss-making venture, mainly kept open into the 1960s, before Dr Beeching killed it off, by having a station at Butlins Holiday Camp, at the Heads of Ayr.
I might be talking out of my backside here, but, given the new houses which have sprung up around Alloway, Dunure and Maidens since then, the presence of the Craig Tara Holiday Park, plus another three smaller holiday parks, the fact it runs past Culzean Castle – The Robert Burns Centre, Ayr Rugby Club, Ayr Cricket Club and all the way to Turnberry, a re-opened line, with modern trams, just might be the catalyst for South Ayrshire regaining some of the holiday traffic it has lost over the years. Such a line would also largely answer the vexed question of access to Turnberry for the big show.
On the basis of – if you build it, they will come, it might be worth a punt. However, given the intellectual capabilities of South Ayrshire Cooncil and Swinney and the disciples of Wee Nippy at Holyrood, Ah hae ma doots.


