CHRIS HEWETT
GUEST COLUMNIST

It is falling-off-a-log easy to poke fun at the battalions of exrugby professionals who earn a living – or, in the grand tradition of Tory MPs, second livings – pontificating about the game they once played rather well for the benefit of those who couldn’t play for toffee. “Old whines in old bottles,” is the common complaint. “These people have nothing to say…and say it.”
True enough in some cases, but by no means all. Rugby broadcasting may have turned into the Wild West, with Amazon Prime merely the latest intruder onto what was once free-toair territory...