Rugby coaches were never such fun. Even the most verbose would seldom have anything dismissive to say about their opposite numbers.
Perhaps it’s because so many of the great rugby coaches in the modern game are New Zealanders – a generation of non-boat-rocking rugby gaffers. The innovations Sir Graham Henry brought to the game – his pod systems pretty much set the framework for how the sport is played today – left a greater legacy than his witticisms.
Traditionally, the best the public could hope for regarding banter from New Zealand rugby coaches would be a couple of utterances bemoaning the state of journalism.
Thankfully, times have changed. Eddie Jones – former coach of the Wallabies, Japan, England, Wallabies again and then back to Japan – pretty much brings a big-top circus to every press conference. His countryman Michael Cheika is firing shots from Buenos Aires where he runs Los Pumas; the king of them all, South Africa’s brilliant Rassie Erasmus, will say pretty much anything to build interest or deflect attention from his team and their crafty plans.
If there were more Australians (rather than Kiwis) coaching international rugby teams, the standard of banter would soar, even as the standard of footy declined.
Into this lively mob charges our own Scott Robertson. The early signs are positive – the smile, the breakdancing, the campaign themes. It’s to be hoped Razor’s personality is accelerated on the international stage.
Winston Aldworth is NZME’s Head of Sport and has been a journalist since 1999.