I have been vastly entertained by the Rugby World Cup. It has lasted a little too long – in the sense that I had other work that I’d promised myself to do – but I must admit that, in retrospect, the time was well spent. The rugby wasn’t always exactly champagne quality but I for one can happily forgive the lack of razzle-dazzle if I’m watching real play and real combat. Gaining a metre at the breakdown with a perfect pick and go is to my way of thinking not all that far short of a perfect 1st phase back move. Winning a turn-over by the efforts of two or three players in harmonious mutual support may well be better and consistently destroying the other team’s lineout demonstrates a multi-player coordination the equal of any other in any sport. Am I admitting that these sorts of endeavours make more of an impression on me that kicking a ball between the posts? What do you think?
I now have video of 20-odd matches to help while away those long winter evenings and a host of questions still to answer. What exactly did England do that was different after their humiliation to South Africa? How did Wales lose to Fiji? Was Ireland’s sickening slide really the result of a regression in skill or a regression in spirit? On the other hand one of my perennial questions has been answered. How do you beat a big, brutal team playing 10-man pressure rugby? Easy, it turns out. Play better 10-man pressure rugby.
There is not much doubt that history will show that while South Africa won the cup Argentina was the team of the tournament. A combination of several charismatic players, indomitable (almost) determination, a game plan which in the end turned out to be not quite so rigid as the analysts had decided and the overwhelming glee they brought to their victories has cemented their place in our memory banks. South Africa’s imperious procession through the pool and play-off stages was also impressive – something like watching the Queen Mary coming into dock, I suppose. They did what they had to do with an unruffled thoroughness and with not a little polish. That Habana is the Player of the Tournament is absolutely no surprise (see below: he came 3rd in my estimation!).
England’s turn-around was also a cause of amazement. Much has been made of it elsewhere and more will be but to me the second half of the Samoa game will remain an example of what an unprepared team of good players can do when it finally decides to win.
There was another source of vast amusement in the RWC and that was the antics of the rugby press. We are all inured I hope to the normal level of nonsense - how many times do we have to endure the Bambi’s mother bit? - that most rugby journalists regurgitate on a regular basis but this tournament seems to me to have taken the process to a new level. Yes, I suppose they have to make a living and yes their editors have column-inches to fill but if I never read another story about Wilkinson’s dedication it will be far, far too soon. But why did we see nothing or very little in print about the Fijian back line and their outstanding back row? How come nobody had the vision to remark that the All Blacks looked a little flat? Where was the reporting of Scotland’s lack of ambition that finally sank them? Oh well, four more years, as they say.
Everybody else has done it so now it’s my turn – my team of the tournament picked not necessarily for quality but for watchability and sometimes for sheer bloodymindedness!
15, Montgomery
14, Vilimoni Delasau
13, Seru Rabeni
12, Steyn
11, Habana
10, Martinez
9, Gommersal
8, Gonzalo Longo
7, Juan Smith
6, Akapusi Qera
5, Chabal
4, Matfield
3, Hayman
2, Ledesma
1, Roncero
And what about my players to watch?
Sébastien Chabal +1, +1, 0, 0, +3, +2, +1 Total 8
Brian Habana +3, +1, 0, +1, 0, +3, +1 Total 9
Frédéric Michalak 0, +3, +2, 0, +2, +1, 0 Total 8
Victor Matfield +2, 0, +2, 0, +2, +1, +4 Total 11
Juan Martín Hernández +1, +2, 0, +5, +2, +1, +3 Total 14