THIS morning an email dropped into my inbox, from the
British Lions. The highspot was an invitation to buy a ticket, or
tickets for the first of a series of Meet the Lions dinners. This was
to be held in Edinburgh's Sheraton Grand Hotel, in the august
presence of Warren Gatland, and would only set me back the piddling
sum of £298.80.
This was what is called in the Second City of the
Empire, a: “Haud me back moment”. Nearly £300 to eat an average
function meal, and listen to Gatland talk “Warrenballs”. My head
does not zip up the back, I have taken one or two sair wans to the
napper in the course of a less than distinguished career in the front
five playing in the last 10% of Scottish rugby, but, I am not daft
enough to shell-out for that one.
Really, does the Lions management think the red shirt
and the name is a licence to print money? Any way, I have a notion
the Lions will get their erses well and truly skelpt in New Zealand
next summer.
SPEAKING of which, I am so-happy that “Toony” has
opted out of an assistant coach's job with the Lions to get his feet
properly under the table as Scotland coach in the South Pacific over
the summer of 2017.
The spell away with most of his first-choice players, at
the very least Hoggie, Sean Maitland, at least one of the centres,
possibly Tommy Seymour; certainly Jonny Gray, Richie Gray and John
Barclay – plus one or two others if they have outstanding Six
Nations campaigns, ought to be on Lions duty.
Say a maximum of eight or nine out of a 35-strong squad
with the Lions, that gives Toony plenty to work on and get his ideas
across, well away from the scrutiny of the Scottish press corps!!
THE BT Premiership continues to turn-up entertaining
rugby, somewhat under the radar of newspaper and broadcast media
sports desks, who still – with guidance from Murrayfield – appear
to believe there is no rugby in Scotland below the two Guinness PRO12
teams.
Ayr and Melrose are certainly the cream of the crop, now
having almost an Old Firm aura about them, but, as has been shown on
more than one occasion – they cannot take a win over every other
club as a given. Elsewhere, every team is capable of beating every
other one on any given Saturday. But still, the Premiershi struggles
for decent coverage, although, again, kudos to big David Barnes for
the ever-excellent Offside Line website and its coverage of the
league.
PLEASE – I URGE YOU – SUPPORT THAT WEBSITE
THERE is also an interesting little game coming up this
Saturday, which will well fly under the radar. Marr will entertain
Edinburgh Accies at Fullarton; first hosting second in National
League One. The winner of this one will be very much in the box seat
when it comes to promotion to the top flight for next season. But, I
fear it will garner little media interest, which is a pity.
I HAD sympathy for arguably Scotland's leading writer of
sporting obituaries this week. He had to compile the obituary on Ian
AA MacGregor, one of the leading SRU “blazers” of the amateur
era.
This scribe works on the basis, if you cannot say
anything good about somebody, say nothing, which doesn't make
summarising MacGregor's massive contribution to Scottish rugby easy.
You see, Ian MacGregor, who won nine caps between 1955 and 1957, and
who spent a couple of decades inside Murrayfield had perhaps more
enemies than he had friends.
This was partly self-induced, he was not an easy man to
like, or get on with; but, he was a major player on the field – the
only Hillhead HSFP forward ever to be capped – and an even bigger
one in the committee-room. As one veteran Anniesland man said: “He
was the most-thrawn bastard I ever met”.
He had his devils, but, he did much good work on the
Laws of the Game, at IRB level. He put in years of largely unpaid
work to bolster Glasgow District and he was acknowledged as one of
the finest match analysts of his era.
But, he could be unreasonably prickly about petty
details. Like us all, he had his flaws, but, regardless, with the
death of Ian MacGregor, Scottish rugby has lost a significant
character in its rich history.
ONE of my old team mates, these many years on missionary
work in the Sudentenland, emailed me over the weekend. His email
covered several topics, but, significantly, he asked what I thought
were Glasgow's chances in Paris this weekend.
How I wish I could have been positive, but, after their
error-strewn loss to a middling Munster side on Friday night, I fear
for their chances against Racing.
To put it bluntly, Glasgow simply isn't the Glasgow we
know at the moment. We can only hope the return of Hogg, Gray and Co
will give them the lift they need, since Racing are also not playing
well right now. This is not an easy match to call, but, you have to
favour the French side slightly.