I thought I would begin by explaining how it was that I came to write for the Rust. Your wine correspondent Algy Belville came to North Island NZ, what 2 year ago, and met up with a great mate John Buck whose family own Te Mata Estate, the best winery in our country.
John chaired Hawkes Bay Rugby Club whose legends include Kel Tremain and if I may boast myself. Anyway over lunch at Porter’s Havelock West Algy suggested I wrote for the Rust.
Anything within 30 yard of the posts, Clarky could put over in his bare feet.
I once remember him hitting the crossbar from the kick off, 50 yards away.
Pine Trees played one game with a double fracture of the arm.
He was a dour character though and I roomed with his brother Stan.
Frank Oliver and Andy Haden were the regular locks but I got the odd game. I then went into coaching starting at Canterbury, the club of full back Fergie McCormick. I remember a right ding-dong in the rain there against the Lions in the wet.
We Kiwis have been the first to enlist in every major war of the twentieth century.
New Zealand butter is still the best in the world.
I’m looking forward to the World Cup and I’m sure the All Blacks will make at least the final.
Don’t forget since the last one we have lost Richie McCaw and Dan Carter. There is an endless conveyor belt of talent and young George Bridge so steadfast under the high ball may be the one to watch.
I gather Daffers and Bob Tickler are coming out.
Bob, what a character. His reputation and his tummy proceed him. We have a few legends like Andy Dalton, Wayne Crockett and Reuben Thorne in the tour party.
I reassured him that Dalts, Crocks , Thorny and I will keep those doors open as long as necessary and if the Japanese shovers on the platform want to mix it I can tell you now who will come off worst.