JIM TELFER was not best pleased. “For God’s sake cut it out,” he snarled at Mark Regan and Barrie Williams, two of the three hookers in the 1997 Lions party, as they came to blows during a scrummaging session in East London. “It’ll be all over the papers.”
When your columnist gave vocal support to the flint-faced Scottish coach from his vantage point on the touchline – “You’re dead right there, Jim” – his expression grew more thunderous still.
There’s no pleasing some people.
These days, opportunities for Fleet Street smart-arsery are harder to find than a straight feed at the set-piece.
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