After the political rows recently
there is a very good case for keeping the family out of it, but they can and do
intrude. Jack Wilshere of Arsenal and
England soccer, already reprimanded for being caught out having a quick ciggy
on the quiet, has made the headlines again.
This time, on the loose
from his media rights adviser he has commented that them that play for England
ought to be born in England.
Predictably, the media is full of examples of sports persons who were
not yet helped to win the game or get the medal.
The England Rugby Union
team has long been a haven, if you can call it that, for those from furthest
places, too many to list. But my
favourite is Prince Alexander Obolensky (see Wikipedia) and I have to declare
an interest.
Obo, as he was known, played
for Tigers, that is Leicester RFC, for a time.
On the team was the husband of a cousin of my fathers who was a good
friend and now and again he had a drink or so with some of the Tigers.
There is a story that father,
a former butcher cum professional boxer among other things, offered advice on
hand off techniques. So when Obo scored
twice to help England beat the New Zealand All Blacks in 1936 did this help?
One can but dream.
No comments:
Post a Comment