Because we care and can’t always be here, we invited someone else to tantalise your reading and rugby taste-buds.

You may know him as Gary Player’s SupeFan, but that person only finds flesh in the online persona that is Recreational William – a.k.a. SportBilly.

Easy, the photo isn’t him.

William is a cyberactive friend, and iamjonnyking thinking out loud, invited Big Will to join us each week with an event that “stood up” – or “intercepted,” if you will – his attention in the SupeWeekend, and any other weekends that will follow.

Therefore, without further wordsmith procrastination, the first edition that we now know, for a number of weeks, as the SupeSnippet with SportBilly… another a.k.a., William da Muss… Such a nice warm kiwi feel to that vibe.

Watch.

‘If there was ever a time for grumpy old men the world over to rise in unison (without the help of a small blue pill), this was it. Stirling stuff from Morty here as he takes an intercept pass, and unleashes the ‘afterburners’. Father Time over ran the offload and it was Cooper Vuna who collected and then put Stirling away for what must be the only try of the season not in need of a slow motion replay! Rod Kafer was asking for a foot race from up in the commentary box and backed him I would have! This has to go down as the Rebel’s finest hour and a good time for Sir Stirling to perhaps retire those ‘jet shoes’.’

Cheers for now..

William da Muss

As a Saders man, can’t say I enjoyed that walk down memory lane.

Nevertheless, thanking you William, and Until Next Time.

He will join us again next week, but you can find him daily on the timeline, as @SportBillySays – make sure you call connect – Call me Vodacom; we can do lunch on that line.

While you’re asking, make sure you also follow us @RugbyJourney.

I will be back with you some time this week.

However, before then, your moment of the weekend?

Offload!

Shooting from the Lip

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No, we take this posting pitstop at a past-time that ponders to procrastinates, and at times, even prevaricates; I think I could “P” everywhere in this piece, as I postulate on.

Yes, this is a pool party, where even the P-Divvy will likely ventilate at some point – precisely!

Okay, this is not an adult edition of Sesame Street; time to P-free.

 Anyone for a Cookie? We could be a while.

As many of you will have grasped if you have lingered over words without end, while this scribe finds his residence under the same skyline, the long white cloud distinguishes my home.

Therefore, I offer this preview as a means to affirm my assumptions as I enter the discussion of the Kings in the #supeRUG world; they are a long way from your South African world.

Watching, reading, and reflecting on this subject that has a number of rabbit’s to trail, it is clear that some larger than life characters colour, much for many, in what is discussed on this subject that definitely matters.

This subject is much like the bride who expects it will be, the once spoken about long-term engagement has now become the real-time living arrangement, with the promise of tomorrow sounding more like the reality of today.

You know the story, the Spears promised a #supe new home and rugby status, only to be put down with the sweetest of treats, now finding a second coming in the Kings, with SARU again promising to be the faithful husband. However, the bed-wetting has returned, with many thinking it is only a matter of time before the sheets get soiled again. Unfaithful. A bride left at the altar; dressed for success; somebody else’s.

There will be tears before bedtime!

Let me be frank, as I begin to enter in, this is not a win-win situation

Somebody is crying into their pillow as a future dream becomes a nightmare. Let us not forget this dark and dingy destination for one. Sombre.

The talk remains that the Kings place is already a fait accompli, and you know the French, with the Lions the side for the chopper - ejector seat. Nobody is favoured if we refrain from the obvious; the Lions have too frequently found love in a broom cupboard; swept away by this level of competition. In the now neatly arranged South African Conference, Mitchell and Spencer haven’t been able to put the finishing touches together, even as injuries haven’t helped. Louis just too Luyt.

This is where the discussion can easily become tangential, and I will join you for a time.

 Back in my Day! You know you are sounding Old.

This is NOT about 12 Teams 

While you may legitimately decry the unfair nature of the conference arrangement, which does impinge on the conclusion, the numbers do affirm that 15 teams also means a closer competition – more away wins and a reducing gap in a contest – both marks that bear witness to a better competition, in my opinion. Aussie teams still derby in 12; not as often, but sleep is healing.

For all the talk about 12 teams in SupeRugby, such only works where the Currie Cup and NPC/ITM Cup have preference. You may talk about an Aussie conspiracy, but we have now joined their worldview, and we ain’t looking back. What were our historic rugby homes will still very much live on, as the ITM Cup has proven in previous years, but they are now well and truly domesticated – Rest in “P” – not again.

Apparently, he will be hip-hopping at home halftime matches. Okay, this may not be true, too!

This is NOT a Keohane/Watson Question

Those who make it such exhibit clear marks of making-to-creating a fatal category error. This question is being framed by some as a popularity contest on Mark Keohane, Luke and Cheeky Watson. The result of this tactic is the creation of a straw man; classic when one party wants to win a debate; easy to defeat a straw man that does not exist. This is disingenuous, with the result that it distorts the locus of this issue. This type of tactic encourages the reigning assumption of the masses to get on board, which works if many prove invigorated by the question.

Let me also state it this way; for all the talk about “supposed” wrongdoings by Keohane in particular, even if these are proven to be true, this is still a separate question to the legitimacy of the Kings in SupeRugby. While some media will talk about the mud’s viscosity, it should not stick.

Even if – hypothetically – Keohane is proven to be acting illegally, the Kings question is nowhere impinged by his actions, as his actions are separate. Again, no one should be asking you to like any of these protagonists. Such matters are beyond the point. While we can point to the genesis of this SARU decision that predates any potential Keohane conflict as basis for this position, the inherent logical connections in this situation also make this clear.

Don’t be confused by this issue.

 Nuff Said.

Why is this important?

Because it helps to take more of the heat out of the debate, and most importantly in my opinion, because this better exemplifies a clear correspondence in the context. I am not consumed with pushing anyone’s case from my New Zealand home.

And again, the question of the Kings is not the same question as one’s opinion on the like-ability or fitness of Keohane and Co. It is time for South Africans to drop this line of reasoning in regard to the Kings, as it corrupts; assuming you want to approach this subject on an even footing.

A Solution?

You think I could arrive at that in a little over a Thousand words?

Okay, I lied, it is alot over that word count, and I do have a cunning plan – you can play, pin the tail on the weasel.

You could give SARU the same number of years and we could be onto a winner, which is to say, this organisation is sitting in the hot seat. They have made promises in the past that are now becoming the present, even when the gift still awaits to given.

 Who said Cheetahs are not Marriage-Material?!

The solution is NOT to have the Kings of 2012 enter a playoff arrangement with the Lions of 2012

It would be as logical to affirm the Kings entrance into SupeRugby in 2013, with the plan that post this season, they could play the Lions for this spot in 2014. It would really be the Lion Kings then, as this Jozi side will be stripped, and then kitted in the other colours.

I also do not buy the lack of depth in South African rugby argument for a sixth side. There is plenty of depth. Take an accounting of the numbers plying their trade off-shore. The rudimentary numbers are there. What is needed is the financial ability or willingness to pay the price, which in practice puts a stop to this idea in the past.

You can also rid yourself of the lack of local talent perspective, as it is reasonable to expect this to take time, and I am assuming there’s at least some altruistic SARU ideals for having a team in the Eastern Cape. If previous locale is your raison d’etre for rejection, you may want to also check the New Zealand residence of the Highlanders squad.

Yes, the Kings will need a bumper cheque book.

The answer seems as intractable as either set of supporters in this debate – Word – channeling the 90s.

Wait! A Light… Dawning on the Horizon >>> The King, Writeth.

Oh, Stop It, Already!

An iamjonnyking Solution

Personally, I would take a more pragmatic view in the present, grounded in the reigning assumption that SupeRugby is NOW the dominant “local” rugby competition in South Africa, Australia, and New Zealand.

This means that fundamentally, this competition is on a growth curve – phat boy.

If SupeRugby stops at 15, someone has dropped the ball.

I expect a scenario where another team will join the Australian Conference from Asia and another team will join the New Zealand Conference from the Americas, into the future, thereby making, you guessed it, 6 teams in each Conference, if the Kings are also JUST added.

If this is the long-term plan, on behalf of the Australian and New Zealand contingent, I would have placated this South African dilemma, [1] in light of this plan, [2] the African numbers impacting on the Television deal, and [3] the ability to keep a, they-owe-me, for a later date.

This would have taken some creative accounting, in terms of the breakdown in the competition, but this Kings side could have been guaranteed to play every Australian and New Zealand side; another coup for honest John O’Neill and his thriving conference.

The result is that SANZAR would also have given SARU and the South African 6 an opportunity to witness what this extra team looks like in reality, but with a limited expectancy of some two years, before the next deal is signed. SARU could even put some quality control outcomes in place for all 6 teams, placing all under notice that their future proof of life is to be connected with performance.

Everyone placed on a somewhat even footing.

Somebody call, SANZAR!

Today, talk is the Kings are already in SupeRugby 2013, and while the dawning of a new side with a Canterbury connection does offer something for this King, the promise of a tomorrow seems a question that is still very much future.

Will love mean marriage for these Kings? They may have the ring to prove it, but the Return of the King is much more middle earth – I know, loved this ending as well.

There is still much to say on this subject, but that is enough from me; this bill from Aotearoa now worth my crown.

What Say You?

Until Next Time

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Apologies if that nearly sent your electronic reading device over the edge, or, if you are now looking more blue than pink, in the face.

Whatever way you want to frame it, there has been much consternation in the Republic recently.

Speaking of such, it reads like the deal has been done on bringing back the champion Lock, Victor Matfield, with other names like, Fourie du Preez, also apparently wanted by the new Springbok supremo.

Trust Me. I Know What I Am Doing!

It is reasonably clear that this decision fails to read the reigning paradigm and perspective in South Africa, which desperately desires to start something new in Springbok Green. The final nail in the older order was blown by Bryce, and this is the time to blood the many talented players, such as Etzebeth and Kruger; not to mention those who have completed their time, such as Bekker and van der Merwe, in this Second Row.

This does not even detail those in the “other” positions.

Nevertheless, let me see if I can, from my middle New Zealand home, offer some reasoning as to why, Heyneke Meyer, who will live and die with these decisions, is heading down this direction.

Simply put, he believes these decisions provide his best chance of winning in the short-term, versus England, which will likely extend into the new Rugby Championship. It would not surprise this scribe, if we do not see the new Meyer philosophy coming into greater effect, until the End of Year Tour.

Remember, change does take time.

At a moment when this code has been consumed with every four years, can I affirm that it is nice to witness a focus on the short-term, with the motivation being the goal; to win every Test.

The question then becomes for Meyer, what is the best way and means, to this destination.

Why Take This Direction?

In a word, time.

Meyer is just getting his staff together, and with only a matter of weeks before Test time, he will pragmatically approach this time, much like a Caretaker; continuing with a philosophy that should provide enough initial success to get the job done. This would also explain why he is pushing for Matfield for this one year, as he was one of the key leaders and instigators of the Bokke unit, in the P-Divvy era, and with their close relationship, this can maximise these effects.

Some of the talk has been reasoning on Victor’s experience as Captain, for this decision. While this may play some part – there is still the FDP question – I believe it is the whole package of what he provides from the past, which Meyer wants to continue into the future, until that time, when he can begin something new.

In New Zealand, the new All Blacks staff has been announced since late December 2011, and has been preparing for the 2012 All Blacks facsimile, since then. SARU are still in the process, making Meyer’s move far more convoluted, impacting on his ability to do it his way.

In real terms, this may not affect the selectorial process significantly, as the new names that are standing out should still get picked, even as some old names are retained.

However, I do have a nagging unease that if this Matfield move is being dogmatically planned, then his form on the field moves toward irrelevance, when I believe it should be used as part of his test. No matter what Meyer wants, if Matfield is clearly past the point of some return, he must be able to say thanks, but no thanks.

If not, this could get very ugly, and early.

Would I make this decision?

Probably not, particularly in light of Matfield’s retirement in the code. If you were to give an All Blacks context, say bringing back, Brad Thorn, this would not provide such an issue, as he is still plying his trade for Leinster, at the minute.

When Heyneke Meyer was named as the new Bokke coach, I witnessed the fresh sense and hope that his words provided for many bearing the weight of the Divvy’s different dimension. I listened to him talk with humility and hope about the future, saying the right things, pushing the correct buttons.

If the Matfield talk becomes reality, there will be an almighty pause for many.

However, while we provide conjecture, he must carry the weight of responsibility. Any talk about four years is really relegated from this debate.

In light of the full context of the moment for Meyer, what is the best plan for South Africa to win every Test in 2012?

I have no doubt that he is doing his all to present what he believes is the right answer, just as many will claim he is answering the wrong question.

It must be admitted; he is taking the greater risk if he follows through.

Remember that.

There would be less dissension if he only picked a new squad for England from those who have stood tallest. If this didn’t go according to plan, there would be grief, but it would be contextualised by a new beginning.

Meyer is opening a door to the future, which has the majority openly rejecting his proposal. That says much about his character and his belief that this is the best way forward for the Springboks.

I must admit that this encourages a greater respect for the man.

Nevertheless, the question still remains; courageous or foolhardy?

Only time can answer that tale.

What Say You?

Shooting from the Lip

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His job is presently a taxing and consuming priority; don’t jettison his hope for a joke.

Only a small trophy can be won in April, and as the Blues are proving, much can also be lost. There is plenty of time for all sides at either spectrum to take a dive or arrive, as we head toward week 18, and the playoffs.

Nice and slow.

As this season of 2012 unfurled, there were only a few picking this new Stormers unit would be the leading #supeRUG side out of the Republic. It was tough enough for us, New Zealand side, to find out who would be making the final cut in each franchise, but with all the talk about change in the Cape, even her more vociferous and ardent supporters were playing it on the downlow, as expectations started to sound off.

And then the band played.

Things would start solidly enough over the Canes and Sharks, before this side would say, Bye. The Blues would blow mostly cold, as a momentary blitz would only disturb the saucers – no cups. The Lions on Coke would go close, even as this southern South African side would provide comfort for the flock. The battle with the Bulls would be brutal, but clinical on close examination. However, with the arrival of week 7 in Dunedin, the fantastical clan have started to show signs of expression, after their defensive wall made that one in china, more meccano, by comparison.

7 weeks. 7 wins – even the Lions wins on the Bye.

Is this the Season for the Stormers?

No, I am not meaning another home semi-final!

Will they finally cross the Sahara, and find new sporting life?

For all those who have been on more than one Tour of Duty, you have one bloviating who has known the pain of failed expectations, so I understand reticence to ride this new wave. Your thinking is correct. It is too early to seriously consider such longings for the locals, as there is many-a-mirage with which to ignore on the way. Then again, we are not one to walk the well-worn path on a RugbyJourney – telly-ho, what.

Therefore, in the remaining moments in this reading convocation, let me whisper with reason to be hopeful on the horizon – Storm Saam.

This starts with some non-fat phat

If you want the brutal perception of the historic Stormers pack, and let’s be frank, the Front-Row seemed more intent on loving you to death, instead of hitting like it hurt on the engage and out into open play. Soft. The rise of the Ranga – Kitshoff; the return of Brok back to the fold, with the other – I got picked on when I was a boy in the playground – starting to provide a new culture, seemingly unencumbered by the failings of the past; ready to disassemble. To be sure; the Highlanders are no real test of this growth plate come scrum-time, but it is time for a Greek Wedding, as speaking of getting Frank, they will face the sternest test from a Saders 8 who play to get their h8 on – assuming selection, of course.

There are other names that have the timelines tweeting, one such being the Siya-later-Kid Kolisi. While he has had his moments, the best on opening day when he Caned the opposition, the one standing tallest is South Africa’s very own, Garden of Eben… Etzebeth! Again, the sun is in the early morn of his appearing, but he could just be the new face we love to loathe in South African rugby. Brash; willingness to war; dismissiveness of self, and a hunger to hunt at all costs, mark him out as a special calling. As one who lives a long way from this home, the come and get me response to a Highlanders clean-out, sent my pulse on a road with a little racing.

The White-Picket D Fence

The name, Nienaber, sounds suspiciously like another season, but his style and system is suiting the Stormers who are using their D as the means to unlock the opposition when most vulnerable. If I was a thinking man, I would suggest the best way to beat this Stormers side would be to play it safe, Saam. Conservative. The Highlanders played far too much rugby, for the most part, behind the gain-line, providing the Stormers with a nice inside game of smack that man. As the phases grew in number, so did their resolve, along with the opposition’s frustration. It was only a matter of time before the unstructured reality of turned over ball, opened the door for the Stormers to attack. If the Saders try and get around them, they will likely find that the Stormers will got through them – previous assumptions continuing.

The system is working, and some credit is due. However, it has to be very personal, founded in the growing attitude of iron – ore – in their curtain. There is a resolve into the collision, an acceptance that the price is worth paying, a willingness to work together, with the results proof this is looking very positive.

After all, championships are won on…!

The Draw

The potential in any draw is only made evident if a side is executing, and with three still to play in New Zealand and further West, this is still very much, a one week at a time, proposition. However…

While the Saders in Christchurch should be one of their toughest to play, with a return from the Republic, a more-rested Stormers should be physically prepared. In light of their laaities – I think the term goes – they may decide to call time this weekend, as with the Force and Reds following, both loom as real winning opportunities before the Stormers return home to enjoy the Bye. After that nice rest in some Capetown rain, the Cheetahs and Waratahs at Newlands potentially provide more pain for the tourists, with the following week – 14 – at the Shark tank, a battle that should get all the English-speakers tweeting. What happens next is week 15, which is another date to diarise, with the Bulls returning to play against the Stormers side that has been in the Republic for a handful of weeks. Not a bad time to gather a bottle for the beach from Loftus. You also never know when a white card will offer a load-of-Bull, in NZ?! 16 – Lions at home. 17 – Cheetahs away; finishing with a Bye in week 18, as the Bieber takes over Newlands, as the Rebels arrive – settle down.

This is a draw that should read playoff. Form can slump. Injuries can happen. The opposition can find the key. Nevertheless, the way the Stormers are presently tracking; the return of the Burger fueled in good time; this is a draw that should offer more hope than rope, even in the toughest of contests.

Therefore, this Stormers side should win the South African Conference – even at this point, from this far out, with all that has gone on before.

Oh the joys of pressure!

Will they?

Their closest rival – the Bulls – have the Lions [A], Brumbies [H], Bye [4], Rebels [A], Highlanders [A], and Chiefs [A], before they return on that week 15 for this compelling contest versus the Stormers, at Loftus. We will likely have a better idea at that moment, but how the Stormers perform in their final two matches in Australia – Reds/Force – in contrast to the Bulls in NZ – Highlanders/Chiefs – will set the scene for this clash at Loftus, and the battle for the Conference crown.

We must also remember the 4 week [approx.] international window, following week 15, which takes out most of June. This will provide another twist to this tale.

The Sharks and Cheetahs will proclaim they are still in it to win it, but they will need much help from above and beyond.

Is this the year of the Stormers?

Hope is all you’ve got at this point, but there is reason to hold on.

What Say You?

Shooting from the Lip

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Both sides were all derby’d-up for the battle, as each came out early, wanting to share their love for the game, and for each other.

All seemed like your proto-typical rugby bromance, until the heat must have gone to Chilliboy’s head, and he decided it was time to break out into a two-step of sorts-n-shorts-n-sports, catching all by the seat of their pants, let along Spies.

Talk about dancing with the stars.

This also caught the Commentators by surprise.

Bob tried his best to explain what was happening next, but Matty P couldn’t handle the moment, just freezing in the Skinner’s full flight – not even any eye contact – this was serious.

There’s always such moments on a RugbyJourney, but please anyone, help a Matty out with any ideas as to, What Bob Said? For the love of some SupeSport!

Please leave a comment after the beeeeeep. Apologies. Matty still way too upset!

Shooting from the Lip

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Butt Seriously: Fall in “Like” with us on Facebook. Really. Truly. Deeply.

As I look on my little one who has an arm-full of cast, after falling from the sky, I begin to take in the ticking of the body clock, informing one of the deprivation of sleep – alarm bells – we rarely take notice of such. This has been some day in the iamjonnykingdom.

Yet, I am moved by a more intense idea, which is this – Motherwell – stunned silence; shattered hope; numb realities; the ending of days.

The thought that fills my mind is how much the fallen would have given to live my day, look into my future, and deal with my dilemma. On a personal level, this should remind us all about the radical nature of living out the mundane. We too easily give it away, complain of its pain, until it is gone, and our failure to grasp the gift of such a simple grace is finalised, and a future is given away to such an excuse for a fate.

It is too early and too soon to navigate too far down such a path, as the wounds are too fresh, the reality too visceral, and the future too surreal. This is the time for the rugby community of South Africa to exhibit in practice what they would love to experience in greater measures, in reality.

In my New Zealand home, we have had our own, Sonny Fai.

As a worldwide rugby community, this is the time to do more than offer heart-felt condolences, our actions must animate these words into life.

Already I have witnessed some direction in this discussion on social media platforms, and I am sure this will grow as those compelled by this tragedy respond to their beating down below.

We will talk again soon!

On this RugbyJourney, we have considered many pathways toward the maximisation of social media; but we have yet to create the right substance toward the Summit. However, as we consider their days, we are behooved to consider our own.

Time to wait and see in this context, but act out of compulsion in this other.

We still hope for something that defies!

Shooting from the Lip

Until Next Time

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<—- Yes, this fella over there!

He’ll have his catch-phrases, one-liners, emotional moments, and words that just seem to turn a phrase.

So that we all won’t forget, we would like to welcome you to, What Bob Said – cue the cheesy jingle.

Thanks for that, Bob.

Anyone like to posit a creative line for what was wrong with Gary van Ashwegen’s posterior?

Shooting from the Lip

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Bob is the one on the… ! Destination?

January 1st, 2012 – Happy New Year – the wonders of technology, making us late, but on time – Not really!

While we consider this flow, it is true that 88 follows through on 87, just as 2012 now takes over from 2011.  Yes, that year that was, has been; leading us to consider what will now be?

Speaking of a previous year and that Tournament that shall remain nameless, one of my enduring memories of this time was the impact for me, the fan, of being able to watch much of what would unfold, live and at the ground.  The memories and images that transpired in a moment, live on and into the future, creating content for my rugby culture. Even now, when a certain song is played, I remember all that this time meant, even to our nation; the benefits of being in the flesh.

In this year of 2011, I would have witnessed my most live rugby ever.  2012 will likely prove different, but I have become practically convinced that you must do all you can to make this home for you, the rugby fan; there is nothing quite like it. I do “hope” to mark some special occasions in 2012 with my attendance, but sadly, 2011 felt very much like that once in a lifetime.

This leads me to consider the beginning of a new RugbyJourney in 2012.

SupeRugby is now just 5 weeks away, this very day, which should kickoff with one heck of a match, as the Blues attempt to usurp the Crusaders, at that Garden of Eden.  This will be an occasion about what happens next, but again I get stuck at the door of what went before.

The emotion and that match was made so memorable because I was locked and living the drama of the moment.  I experienced the journey to Eden. I was carried with the interaction of the people.  I was fitted to take in the many different sights and sounds. I was enabled to inhale the madness of the final whistle. I was punch drunk with the euphoric crystal clarity of that 5mins post the final whistle. I had to undertake the last march to finally, walk away.

There was so much to this RugbyJourney, even more than what happens in the 80 – into Life. Some 60,000 people experienced it live and will forever tell the tale of that night. It will never be repeated, no matter how many themes seem resonant or pertinent at a future time.

While that event has a context of its own, as we mark the beginning of another Super season, we want to mark this return to this phase of our rugby, with a celebration of the culture, of the time, and of the place.

We want to encourage  this culture, mark these special moments for all to experience in the rugby world, and prepare for a SupeRugby season by doing our best to get the storied accounts of the life that is watching your team live, and at their playing home.

Yes, we want to read you!

As SupeRugby is entering, front and centre, we would love to have fan accounts from all 15 SupeRugby sides.

Therefore, for those willing, in up to six thousand hundred words, describe the experience of watching your SupeRugby side live at their home venue.  Describe what takes places, the sights and sounds, the special insights of the occasion, special memories and occasions; anything that is idiosyncratic or eccentric, which will help to paint the picture for all other fans who, more than likely, will always be watching on, from afar.

You don’t have to be a scribe, a poet, or a wordsmith, but it must make some sense – he takes a read of his other posts. We want to read the passionate reality of what it means for you and your crew to watch your team live.

Don’t be shy.

If you are keen… Please leave a comment below and I will get back in contact with you about how you can get your words to me.

This is a open to any and all SupeRugby fans – well, those that can put letters into words and make a sentence or two.

iamjonnyking is also going to seek out some fans who already tend to express themselves, so that we can help to build the vibe toward Feburary 24th… the day after the 23rd… Oh, the memories!

Let’s build a compendium of memories of the past that will help to pull us into the future, and prepare us for the rollercoaster ride that will be, this year’s, SupeRugby.

Start typing!

What are you waiting for?

Shooting from the Lip… and awaiting for your response.

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The clock is ticking and we have only a matters of hours left in this year of 2011 in Nouvelle Zelande.

I did want to meet with you again before we close the book on the rugby year of 2011 that proved painful for some; joyful for others, but memorable for all.

While it was sevens heaven for Gordon and the boys in Black, we really started our year as we know it, with the many Red faces after a Super season was finalised by the Bryce is Right.  It was neither Bryceless in the scrum nor on the scoreboard in the Final from Brisbane, as the gallant Saders failed to surmount their last summit in a Super season we all should never forget.

This would transpire only a couple of months after I first heard a knock at my door, where brother Bob would invite me into his social media world, which still finds me as chief bloviator, at large.

Rugby proves only a portion in the fabric of the tapestry of life, with the weave broken very early on in the Super season, as a shaking Christchurch would remind all us all about the pain of loss, and the “Joie de Vivre.”  Words on this blog would be a vehicle for relief, as a heart-rending time hit us all, particularly those in the zone.

Before Bryce would become loathed in the Republic, he would be disliked, as the SupeRugby new conference season began to take effect.

Talk about the length of this portion of the season and its impact on playing careers would surface, as the new home conference-focused set-up would help the Reds, nearly as much as did Dickinson – I’m almost over it – with the South African and New Zealand sides, feeling the cost of those long fought, historic divides.

While the SupeRugby officiating philosophy can be prone to plane away the sharp edges of the contest in Union, in near and future retrospect, the season was a success.

South African sides away from home continued to grow legs of belief, with away wins, more prominent than at any other time.  In New Zealand, we witnessed an early return of the southern men, the Highlanders, who put that early dent in the Bully boys of Pretoria, signalling a resurgence of sorts.  With a number of strong recruits – Hosea Gear, Tamati Ellison – in 2012, look for this to continue.

The Cheetahs would only go on a Crusade or two; the Lions would roar, but needed more; the Sharks would look likely until they tanked it; the Bulls would die another day very early, only to nearly breathe new life into their season. Therefore, it would be left to the Stormers to fight into the playoffs, again promising much before getting literally – moered – by the Saders in a semi, leaving the South African conference silent in the Final.

The New Zealand conference would be dominated by two teams, the Blues and the Saders.  The Chiefs mostly lacked their own identity, playing like they longed to be contestants in Masterchef; the Hurricanes blew cold and occasionally hammered hot; the Highlanders were losing their home and played like it at the business time, which means New Zealand had two.

While the Blues were able to keep their sail just in front of the southern city, the away side for the season, Saders, would give their most extreme example of rugby culture.  You know the story, but to play their season out, demands a movie and a book.  Even the Aussies could discern the significance, with “Marto” affirming if they won the semi, the deal should be done.  Fairy book it would not be, as the travel and the moment would slip through their grasp, just like Genia whose genius justified the result.  It was hard to feel vanquished after they turned on a potential season of woe.

The other New Zealand side would face the eventual champs, the Reds, in the semi.  Gifted like few other units, the franchise from the biggest city in New Zealand would add some starch to their serious skill out wide, proving in the battle of Timaru versus the Saders that they could step up to the mark.  The semi would be their final curtain call as the Reds were able to employ their game against a side that decided they thought replication was the best means to success, playing into the hosts hands.

It is fair to reflect on the strength of the Australian conference in the Reds charge to the SupeRugby title, however, they won the matches that mattered over the Blues and the Crusaders in successive weeks, and claimed the first significant crown in the Southern Hemisphere season.

The Reds – SupeRugby Champions 2011!

In other matter-of-fact realities, Bob and I would also have the opportunity, in this Super season, of fleshing out this relationship, as he would touch down in New Zealand, and a special occasion would ensue .

That would be as fleeting as the space in the rugby season of 2011, as what happens next, would begin.

The Tri-Nations.

Yawn. Like watching the other bands before your favourite hits the stage, the very last Tri-Nations seemed much about filling in time, and paying the dues.

South Africa made their 2007 intentions perfectly clear in 2011.  It worked for them then. It made sense. They had medical certificates this time, anyway.  The wisdom and sense of such a decision was near perfunctory, as Graham Henry would illuminate this perspective with his words about the dead rubber decider in Brisbane.  The All Blacks would come back from the brink heading into the break, but it was some more, Will Genia brilliance that would decide the encounter, handing the Tri-Nations to Roobie’s mates.

You got the sense that Australia, this young and enthusiastic breed blessed with overt athleticism, really did need this Tri-Nations tournament liked Henry needed a Quarter-Final win.  The problem for this Australian outfit was that a Tri-Nations victory and World Cup success has proved as elusive as a consistent scrum interpretation, meaning their desperate need for success and growth, would ultimately encourage their undoing.

Poisoned chalice!

Henry had nailed it in history this time.  Post the 2007 meltdown moment, he went back & built his campaign from the bottom up. Far from ignoring the past, he decided the All Blacks must look fear in the face and not flinch.  While it is painful to remember, the reality stays in the past, with some memories more painful to forget.

Then, Captain of the Bokke, John Smit, wjo also knows much about success, uttered words at the time about how unlikely it would be for a team to peak for a Tri-Nations, and a handful of weeks later in the big dance. This would affirm the skillfulness of living and learning that these two sides would show.  This would not automatically translate into success, with the feeling of what could have been for the Republic in New Zealand, a palpable post-World Cup reality.

The match in Port Elizabeth, a fitting memory to an International season, for the Springboks.

The Rugby World Cup

It is hard to encapsulate the full extent of the mass of this moment.  I have written on aspects, but have yet to conquer the great divide of that October 23rd, night.  I was nearly as emotionally traumatised and taxed, as thrilled, as we could see history rear ending its ugly head.  To be sure, being live and exclusive at the ground would provide an ecstatic moment that I will never forget; one that was celebrated with a sporting euphoria like the two becoming one.

I appreciate you giving me that personal moment.

It is tough to provide an outsider’s perspective when I was well and truly “fishbowled”.  The country was on rugby black alert, with all attention for 6 weeks focused on returning Eden to her former glory.

Nevertheless, it would all begin with an opening ceremony that would even surpass my preconceived perceptions, with the rugby following pretty good for a team admitting to the intensity of the country’s support.

While we waited for the big matches that mattered, we longed for the upset that is often used to gauge the gap between the have’s and the have not’s. It looked as if things could turn quickly, when Romania nearly Robert the Bruce’d over the Scottish on day two in Invercargill.  Day three seemed to follow from the same script, as the Welsh looked likely, until their historic ability to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory against the Bokke, reared again, in Wellington.  Again, they would leek away from another win.

It would be just over a week later, at this same Eden as the opening night, where the mad-hattered Irish would mount the wind and rain, beating the Australians up close and on the scoreboard. Cian Healy looked like the Fonz after every scrummaging collison, as if to say, “Heeeeey,” after getting to his feet and witnessing  the Bryce is Right.  Scrum complaints on the night, but few were too concerned east [New Zealand] from west [Australia].

The golden run that many had predicted for Bling was looking very ring rusty in the rain. They seemed to have a golden run on paper to the Final, but now the Bokke and All Blacks loomed large – back-to-back – even before the golden trophy could be gained. Someone dial 99!

We could be here for the rest of this year recounting this six weeks, so let me seek to divide and conquer.

Other fixtures would capture the attention, but none would make their local mark like the match on September 24th.  The French have a habit in the Rugby World Cup, and Eden Park had also worked.  However, on this special night, the All Blacks would bend early, before they would break out and over Les Bleus, who looked lost and a little disinterested, once the result was gone to bed.

Speaking of the French, their narrative proved typical, as they would also finish the group stage with a taking to, by Tonga.  Talk about another mutiny in their bounty, as Coach Lievremont, would apply the off-field touch, nailing the pantomine to full effect.

I am sure you know what happens next in the knockout, so I will spare the details.  1987 would morph into 2011, as the same four sides would make in into the semis, into the final, winning it all… once again.

Much had been made of the inability of the All Blacks to win without Carter and Carter. Critics cried doom and gloom when Dan was done.  He would come very quickly, and then exit. Slade followed. Cruden was next.  He would ease nerves until and Finally, another redemption song would be sung, this time by the Donald.  It has been this scribe’s opinion that the All Blacks could win without Carter.

The opposition needed to get McCawesome. They failed!

All Blacks – World Champions 2011

This Final reality means that the Editor and his readers are dealing on two different continents.  Just as this life is a journey with many bends; where you are, I have been; where I am, you once were.  Empathy, humanity, and an appreciation for the absurd, is a gift given!

As I reflect on our two rugby destinies, I can’t help but see the parallels between then and now – 2007 and 2011 – and how time has lessened the intensity of that wound, even as a new rugby life cycle has encouraged time to move on.

Here we are.

Unfortunately and again, broken word counts do not encourage one to reflect on the other rugby moments in this year of 2011. However, congratulations to the once again, Golden Lions, and the Canterbury, ITM Cup side.  Both significant achievements.

We have a new year, a new rugby year, a new rugby journey, right on our doorstep.  More than that; we have a life that demands our living everyday.

It has been my pleasure to out-breathe these words on a page.  It has been my pleasure to connect, even commune with the star of the show, Skinner Bob Skinstad.  This RugbyJourney has the potential of our lifetimes, and although 2011 has not virtualised to the full effect of this extent; it is a beginning and we hope that you will come along.

In closing, even as we all reflect on these words, dwell on the following that rings as true for me, and as true for you. Without hesitation, the following will provide fodder as you think through the life, encouraged as always by the cultural qualifiers of a new season in life.

As a New Zealander speaking to mostly South Africans, I am happy to admit that I have strengthening affections through the many contacts that come my way, with many of you, in the Republic.  What this will mean for the future, only time will be able to tell, but it gives me great pleasure to have your company in this journey from the 80; into the life!

Happy New Year from Bob, the team, and yours truly, truly scrumptious!

Yes it is.

However, make it a day by day reality.  Please >

Enjoy!

And, stay tuned, as my first post coming in 2012 encapsulates a vision.

What Say You?

Until Next Time

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Before we go too deep into this quest, let me avert any seasonally affected readers. Easy now; the plan is that this reading malarkey remains more of a good time than a long time.  I do have a couple of other posts ruminating within that I would like to get without before we hit, Merry.

The clock is ticking.

A Game the Whole Family Can Play

However, and more concerningly so, the context for this recent talk has come from the purported locus of love for the dark arts.  At the time when the scrum was said to be silenced-south, such was shouted down from on high, with the proof of this pudding, circa Rugby World Cup, 2003.  You may well remember that time, when the work in the scrum was often subjected to much jest from those in northern confinements as they exclaimed the focus had been removed by the pragmatists, wanting style over substance, so that it all appeared so super.

In a New Zealand context, that good King Henry admitted as much, as has sought over time to pull a Cron-job [Mike Cron - one time ABs scrum guru], with the All Blacks scrum world leading for some time.  The thought-piece in the scrum looks to be in safe hands down south, as with the addition of Argentina to make a rugby championship, this focus should be fostered.  At least three of these sides tend to get rather excited by this contest, with dominance divine.

On the other hand, this is still not always the case in SupeRugby, where it can get too easily silenced.  Case in point is the SupeRugby final in this year of 2011.  As one commentator after the fact would note; should a more technical Referee been involved, the only Reds reference on the night would have been the image of a crest-fallen Front-Row, which was allowed to get away with too much for the good of the game. No guesses who the man with the whistle was?!

Settle.

Speaking of substance, as I get to my point; what has brought this front and centre, has been remarks made this day after the just completed round in the Heineken Cup.  In a piece by the affable and one time man in the middle, Brian Moore; he would comment about what reads like a growing crisis come scrumtime, after the display in the Ospreys v Saracens match.

Take a read of these reflections.

Ospreys’ coach Sean Holley suggested that perhaps the set-piece should be scrapped saying: “I don’t know where we are going in the scrums. Maybe we would be better off without them.”

Frustration speaks, but you wouldn’t go there UNLESS the exception has become more like the rule.

This was not one coach merely blowing off steam, as the “other” would also offer some other refrains.

Saracens coach Mark McCall, similarly exasperated, said: “It was carnage. We don’t practise scrum moves anymore because there are so many penalties from them. It breaks down before you can do anything with the ball. It’s just a mess.”

Ramifications anyone!  What to do about something?

Serious discussion may prove for another time, but let us see if we can not offer a morsel or two.

No Scrum? No X-Factor!

1] The scrum is fundamental. We lose the contest in the scrum and we emasculate the stamina in our strength. The other “rugby” code has its own strengths, but one prosaic outworking in that code has been the removal of the scrum as a contest.  Yes; there was a day!  It is now merely another way of pushing play that looks a little different from the rest.

Our own, Bob, referenced in one of our interviews earlier in the year about the need to rid the tendency for teams to employ a bevvy of one-off runners.  The reason this has become routine is because that reality is effective; it works.  It should be noted that this is also Rugby League 101.  The complexion of the Union code is further influenced on the defensive side of the ball, as the integration of ex-League players becomes a staple of the professional game, particularly north.

Periodically there have been rumblings about the future nature and relationship of these two codes of rugby, and the potential in a future marriage.  While those reflecting on the frustration that has become the scrum may not steering this course; there are ramifications.  Union must learn from the past and not repeat it.

If our Scrum is bagged, our paradiso is lost.

“Now When I Count, 1, 2, 3, I want You To All Go, Crash, Like I’m Doing Now.”

2] Solution. Don’t look to the Referees as they are part of the problem.  To be fair, it can make the lottery look like a breeze, forcing the man to mount the wind into his whistle and blow us all away.  Speaking of this context, Bath Prop, David Flatman, would offer the following tweet:

Watching the rugby. These scrums are no longer funny. It’s sad when your job becomes a lottery.

Back in someone else’s day, the team putting the ball into the scrum was given the benefit to call for the engagement. Those wise heads will tell you that the shenanigans of today were not around when they were a boy.

The democracy of rugby must be returned to the people, and it should start in the scrums.

This piece is now starting to get out of hand – a metaphor – so we will leave it out loud for you to mull over, and finish with one from Brian, before I turn the lights out.

No elite referee has ever played in the front row at any level of note nor have their advisors, assessors or supremo Paddy O’Brien. Even so, this cabal of officialdom refuses to accept this as a significant handicap, insisting there is no problem or even if there is, it is wildly overstated.

Is that so? Do we protest too much when 11 out 12 scrums are not completed?

Is there little of note when senior coaches have started to think that the game may be better off without scrums? When they admit they no longer practice scrum moves because of penalties? When up to 25 per cent of a game is taken up with forming, re-forming and penalising scrums and still more time kicking for touch or goal – is there nothing for which elite referees and their superiors have to account?

Finally, in a day when the business is about entertainment that equals ratings, which makes it a success; if the solution can not be sought on the field, it is likely that ideas will come forth from an outside source, as the suits may say it ain’t so. While we are far from a post-mortem, we must not wait for a lifeless corpse to signal that the way forward means burial of this important body of rugby’s work – the scrum.

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