"Brave boy,” said Ugo Monye, admiringly, as he watched his beloved Harlequins close in on their famous Premiership semi-final victory over Bristol. “Tough boy,” agreed Lawrence Dallaglio, just a little less enthusiastically, being a lifelong Wasp with an axe the size of a guillotine to grind when it comes to the Twickenham set.
They were referring to Jack Kenningham, the exuberantly energetic 21-year-old freshman in the Quins back row, and they were both right.
Sadly, the broader context was not right at all. Indeed, there were so many shades of wrong about it, they would have filled an ar...