Byline: Jack of the North

Do we need this?
As if the defeat by Ireland wasn’t difficult enough to stomach the presentation was even worse. While the Irish were represented by their charming president, Mary MacAleese, who did we have ‘representing’ us? – William Saxe-Coburg-Gotha, now Royal Vice Patron of the WRU. His granny being the Patron. (You must have seen her at the games with the Trimsaran boys, downing the Felinfoel.)
The WRU has even named a cup named after him. Competed for every autumn by us and the South Africans. Odd, to say the least. Because, traditionally, the majority of the players in the Springbok team have been Afrikaners, who fought a couple of wars against the English, and lost thousands of their women and children in the concentration camps that some chinless wonder thought was such a spiffing idea. An increasing number of Springbok players are black – so what did the Brit empire ever do for them? Then there’s us Welsh – we all know that Wilhelm and his loutish, carrot-topped half-brother support England! Is the WRU having a laugh?
Probably not. For the truth is that the Welsh Rugby Union has been run by a self-perpetuating and self-serving claque of sycophants ever since its formation in 1881. For proof you need look no further than the badge the founders chose to adorn the shirts of our team. While the Irish have the shamrock, the Scots the thistle, the English the rose – all national emblems – our boys sport ostrich feathers and an inscription in German! A bird that is not native to Wales and a language that has never been spoken here. Very fitting. So maybe those bewhiskered rugger-buggers were having a laugh. No. They genuinely thought that the emblem of the ‘Prince of Wales’ was perfect for the team representing the Welsh nation.
(Historical note: the ‘Prince of Wales’ in 1881 was Edward the Lecher. His mother, Victoria, wrote of him, to his sister, “I never can, or shall, look at him without a shudder”. She actually blamed him for the death of his father, her beloved Albert.)
Clearly, it’s time for change. The WRU must adopt a symbol that represents Wales, not some alien monarchy. As for patrons, they can choose from within the nation, from the ranks of our people who have achieved fame and honour. As for Willi and his cup, why not re-name it the Rorke’s Drift Cup? There’s a genuine Welsh-South African connection. Or why have any cup at all; for it’s only awarded for an autumn, warm-up friendly and in a few years time these fixtures may be dropped? If there has to be a presentation after a game then why can’t it be made by our First Minister, someone elected by Welsh people. (And someone who might even know the names of the Welsh players.)
For so many reasons the Welsh Rugby Union is an embarrassment to the nation. This is not 1881; we no longer defer unquestioningly to the extended family based on Buck House – we know too much about them. Roger Lewis, Dai Pickering and the rest must be forcefully reminded that they run the Welsh Rugby Union, and that it represents the Welsh nation. They should stop regarding it as their ticket to a knighthood.
Jack of the North








