Chris Hewett
Rugby has always had its share of brass necks, but did the Wales U20 lock Dafydd Jenkins abuse the privilege by ambling into the heart of a Baby Springbok huddle and helping himself to their water?
We should cut him some slack. A chap can’t help working up a thirst – especially when he’s tangling with a pack of South African forwards who look as though they were raised on a diet of raw wildebeest for breakfast, lunch and dinner – so if there’s no water of his own available, needs must. After all, he didn’t take the field armed with a divining rod.
Of course, if Jenkins had shown s...