Among all the other bad
news there was the report of the death at 83 of Cliff Morgan, the wonderful fly
half of Cardiff and Wales, along with the Barbarians and British Lions. Later he joined the BBC where he commented
with his characteristic verve and wit.
I was lucky enough to
see him play a few times, but sadly never managed to be on the park at the same
time with him. It is one of life's
regrets that it is not possible to boast that I once played with Cliff. Nor, if in opposition to claim, yes I played
against him, but never saw much of him.
I hope the joke is
appreciated, he was a hard man to mark and to keep track of. At times his head and body and direction
would be going one way, but then the legs would go another, leaving even the
fastest and best floundering while he went on to give the pass for yet another
try to be scored.
Cliff's biography gives
the outline of his career and skills and more or less covers the ground. For me the two main occasions are the
Barbarian's games against Leicester at Welford Road in December 1951 and December
1956 when I was on the ash bank at one end and could only gasp at his handling
and clinical kicking to touch.
Goodbye Cliff, you were
and still are one of the greats.
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