Thanks to the rugby the Scots have a real grievance at last

Could this be revenge for the role of Scottish regiments in the Boer War?

24 October 2015

9:00 AM

24 October 2015

9:00 AM

The Scots do not know what to do. For once, they have a justified grievance. In recent years, this once-proud nation has been bawling and belly-aching and girning over fictitious complaints to such an extent that Wodehouse’s crack about the ray of sunshine and the Scotsman with a grievance was out of date. It seemed as if all Scotsmen had a grievance at all times.

Tam o’ Shanter’s beldame nursed her wrath to keep it warm. But poor Kate could be forgiven, knowing that her blethering, blustering, drunken blellum of a husband would be getting fou with Souter Johnny. The Scottish Nationalists have neither the justification nor the fun.

Now, everything is different, thanks to Craig Joubert. The match was all but won. It would have been one of the greatest victories in the history of Scottish rugby. Then the referee took leave of his senses.

Could it have been revenge for the Scots’ role in the Boer War? Scottish regiments played a magnificent part in that unnecessary conflict. The Black Watch monument on the Mound in Edinburgh, the numerous memorials in St Giles’: all testify to the glories of imperial Scotland, the courage of her fighting men, the greatness of her regimental tradition. These are moving testaments from the days before Scotland huddled under a burden of false-memory syndrome grievances, while ignoring its real problem: maladminstration by a kail-yard government in a kail-yard parliament.

To judge by his refereeing, Mr Joubert is well suited to a senior post in that Scottish government. But let us leave him to infamy. The other night I had an invitation which it was easy to accept: ‘Come and meet a great rugger player and help us with some claret.’ I thought I had identified the player; a man who looked as if he would be well-suited to the thick of the scrum: looked indeed like Martin Johnson’s brother. But no, that was Reg Clark of Rhino Rugby, an Oxford blue but not an international. This was David Kirk, the victorious New Zealand captain from the first World Cup in 1997. He had come over to cheer on the All Blacks to another championship, which does now look inevitable after the monstrous injustice to Scotland.

Quietly spoken, apparently without an aggressive molecule in his body, David reminded me of a number of friends who served in the SAS and are similarly unobtrusive characters.

Experts say that his supreme skill was captaincy. That All Blacks side had some vastly talented players with equally large egos. Under David’s leadership, they functioned as a harmonious unit: one of the greatest sides ever. Phil Edmonds’s tribute to Mike Brearley would be equally applicable to David: ‘He had a degree in people.’

After winning the World Cup — and captaining Oxford — David became a successful businessman: his approach to rugby had nothing to do with professionalism. In that, he reminded me of a story told by Frans ten Bos, a Scottish rugger international during the Fifties, which evokes the pre-professional — almost pre-lapsarian — ethos. On the Friday night before a Murrayfield match, the team were put up in a hotel. During his brief stay, Frans ordered a paper and made a couple of phone calls. On the Tuesday morning, a missive arrived from the Scottish Rugby Football Union. Frans assumed it would be a thank-you letter. Not so. It ran as follows. ‘Dear ten Bos, It has come to my attention that during your stay at the team hotel, you ordered a copy of the Times newspaper and made two telephone calls. The cost of these transactions was one-and-sixpence-halfpenny. Kindly remit a cheque or postal order for that amount, made out to the SFRU, by return of post.’

We lubricated our rugby talk with 1986 La Fleur-Pétrus, which was in absolutely perfect condition. Itslong finish made it a fine accompaniment to long perspectives on sporting triumphs.

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  • souptonuts

    First RWC actually happened in 1987.

  • LG

    Arrogant prat.

    • Hamburger


      • LG

        The author

  • MichtyMe

    Aye, and where are the Scots Regiments today, gone, abolished by the Tories, removed along with much of the defence establishment, the armed forces now a puny presence north of the border, but Scots can console themselves with the pleasure of fully contributing to the MOD budget.

    • Thomas

      Yes, we get it, the Tories, the Tories, the Tories. Those awful Tories! But can you really honestly say any of the alternative parties at the time wouldn’t have done the same or worse? It’s post-war Europe and all sorts of historical factors to blame- not just the Tories.

    • liberalunionist

      Just as the Scottish regiments before the SDSR were bulked out with Commonwealth recruits, the late Victorians Scottish regiments had to be bulked out with English recruits. Less than 10% of recruits to the Cameron Highlanders came from its own regimental district; the best Scotland could do was the Cameronians, with 38%, compared to the 72% of the best English regiment (Royal Warwickshires). Ironically enough, those Scottish soldiers who fought so magnificently in the Boer War were as likely to speak with a Liverpool or London accent as a Scottish one.
      Of course, how many Scottish regiments there might be left after independence, with an £8bn gap to fill in the budget and the UK and NATO doing all the heavy lifting in protecting Scotland, is a matter for conjecture.

  • Sue Smith

    That referee’s call was most unfortunate. It de-legitimizes the Wallaby win (even though they went on to beat South Africa).