The world has changed since I was a youngster some 70 years ago when, holding my dad’s hand, he took me to watch rugby every Saturday afternoon. He had officially retired from playing but was all too easily persuaded to turn out for one of lower sides (‘Combe ran 7 or 8 teams in those happy days) if they were short. I went to a rugby playing grammar school, having passed the 11plus, and started playing when I was eleven. There was no mini-rugby back then.
I went on to play the club game until I was in my mid-thirties and then coached mini-rugby. I played for, Westcombe Park the family started playing for them in the early 1920s, Canterbury where my wife and I lived in the seventies and the odd game for Askeans (my old school). Was I any good, not really although as my contemporaries pass away, I am getting better. Before too many years pass, I would have been on the verge of an England trial if circumstance had been slightly different, at least that is the way I will tell it!
The key question is why did we play, why did I play? I enjoyed all forms of sport although not very competent at any. Firstly, you had to enjoy playing the game, the physical activity, the sheer thrill of it all. There was the camaraderie of being in a team of like-minded individuals, the testing of your, and the team’s abilities against the opposition and last but not least the friendships forged over a pint or three in the bar after the game. It didn’t really matter what team you were in, the 1st XV or the Extra B, how good or bad you were. The key factor being that you were a rugby man, no ladies playing back then, and you would find a welcome in practically every club in the country. Apart from the playing and helping run the club the high spots were going to Twickenham to see England play or perhaps going to see the All Blacks or other touring team play ‘London Counties’ or the like. The vast majority of spectators at these games were either player/ex-players perhaps with children and/or with an enthusiastic lady in tow. There was no need to make the game more attractive, we all understood the laws even if the referee didn’t!!
We cannot go back to these ‘golden days’; the professional genie is well and truly out of the bottle. Back in the day when I started the RFU was proud of the concept that Rugby Union was “one game” from the pinnacle of the international team to the lowest level one set of laws applied and anyone, given the right talent, would be able to make it to the international team. The days when Wade Dooley who made it to the England team whilst playing for a junior club, admittedly a very good junior club, Preston Grasshoppers, are long gone. Incidentally Preston Grasshoppers must be doing something right as they, according to their website, run 5 men’s teams, a full selection of underage and mini teams plus a women’s XV and a Girls U12.
For better or worse, society has changed. Saturdays are no longer reserved for sport if you are an adult man. There are myriad competing distractions and commitments. Today’s players are no longer willing to commit nine months of weekends to their local team as their fathers might have been. The benefits of modern communication are counterbalanced by the cons. One coach has described WhatsApp as the “worst thing that could have happened to grass-roots rugby” because now you can cry off with a two-second message rather than a phone call to an angry team secretary or coach. It seems to me ludicrous that you can only play for the club that you are registered to, particularly in the lower teams. All players want to do is play. If the away team has only twelve players, but the home team has eighteen why not play a fifteen aside game. Having substitutes stood on the touchline also reduces the number of teams that a club can run. I for one would have rather played a game than have been a sub for the team above.
I am sure that the top players today enjoy the game and the camaraderie just as much as I and countless others did. They do have to consider their earning potential and due to their sheer size, speed and fitness they face more chance of injury than we did. When you hear the top brass talk about growing the game, they mean increasing the number of spectators and getting more revenue from TV rights, not how many people are physically playing each Saturday.
So, what is the point of Rugby? At the top I would suggest that it is in the entertainment business as is all professional sport. Whether there are enough spectators willing to pay to watch the game every week to fund the salary bill of the top players is another question. My personal view is no, at least in the UK. Football is to firmly entrenched as the mass spectator winter sport. Rugby will always be a distant second at best.
The laws should be modified to recognise that the professional game is different to that played by the majority of players. They do not want and cannot cope with a fast non-stop game. They need a breather as they slowly walk/jog to the next scrum where the ball is put in straight down the middle and the hookers actually strike! Substitutes and leagues should vanish, the county cup competition should be the highlight in the fixture calendar. As people are unwilling to commit to every weekend there is a game perhaps the season should be split into smaller blocks with a couple of weeks off at the end of each block so that players can do other things with their families.
Perhaps this is all a pipe-dream and I am just Don Quixote tilting at windmills. No matter what happens in the future at the age of 77 I will probably not see the demise of Rugby Football Union, or if I do, I will probably be too far gone to care. But if things don’t change the game will surely fade away. That will be a great pity, not for me, but for my grand-children. I would simply like them to have as much fun from rugby as I have had.
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