Thinking and talking about rugby every day for 50+ years
22 June 2017
This story first appeared in the excellent NZToday Magazine's June-July edition. The author knows it is true as he remembers it. Some family members doubt his recall.
RIP to an Old Lion
By Keith Quinn from nztoday.co.nz
British and Irish Lions rugby teams have been a 60 year fascination for me. It was through childish eyes that I first admired them; then as a teenager I scrambled to get tickets to watch them play, finally in my career as a reporter I was fortunate to comment on them in several different parts of the world. I wrote two books about Lions tours to New Zealand.
But I recall one Lions story in particular; it is a very private one if I may say. It has not seen the light of day before.
The year before the 1959 Lions tour of New Zealand, in 1958 when I was 11 years old, I had noticed that selected boys from my new school at South Wellington Intermediate ran the sidelines as ball boys each week at Athletic Park, the capital’s main rugby ground.
We were a new family in town then, just Mum and her five boys. Our dear Dad had died several years earlier from a cruel cancer. We had come from the country to the big smoke. Finding a house near Athletic Park was lucky for me. Without much money it became convenient for us boys to regularly watch rugby games. There was no charge for kids.
From my free seats with growing envy, I noted our school’s keenest lads running the balls which had been kicked out from the playing field back to the star wingers who would then throw them back into the lineouts. Straight away I knew I wanted to be one of the ball boys, especially as next year, the Lions were due to come.
12 months later when my name was posted as a ‘chosen one’ it was probably the biggest lift I had had to that stage in my young life.
There was a quite a bit of discipline involved; each week six of us had to be impeccably turned out with white bootlaces, boiled every Friday night and wearing pressed white shorts. We were also given a black Wellington schoolboy rep jersey to wear – such a badge of honour!
Looking back, I now feel that tour and what happened from it contributed massively to what was to unfold for me in my future years in the sports media.
The story I’d like to get off my chest is the one my family members remain sceptical about; but hey – it’s my story!
You see, in those days of overseas tours to New Zealand the visiting team always supplied one of the two touch-judges needed for every game. It was a nice touch from the amateur era. The invited tour touch-judge was just there to raise his flag where the ball crossed the sidelines or when it went over, or not, from an attempt at goal.
When the Lions ran out to play the Wellington representative team in the first of three tour games to be played on my beloved Athletic Park there I was, with my ballboy mate Ross Pickett, waiting expectantly to see which Lions touch-judge we would work the sideline with that day.
It turned out ‘our’ touch-judge was a squarely built Irish prop by the name of Gordon Wood. Interestingly he was not wearing a tour blazer but instead a heavy woollen pullover which added to his burly exterior. He asked us our names and we told him ours; Ross and I respectfully called him ‘Mr Wood.’
He also asked us what our Dad’s did for a living and I had to tell him that ‘I had no father.’ I swallowed as I did so. I never knew quite how to frame those words.
Gordon Wood was very bright and friendly and he chatted away, especially when the ball was on the opposite of the field. When that happened your future TV reporter instinctively sensed his one in a million chance. I took to asking Mr Wood repeated questions about the play and the players in the Lions team. I knew them by sight of course from a scrapbook I had been keeping. I must have asked him 20 questions by halftime! Mr Wood cheerfully replied to each!
At the end of the game which the Lions won by 21-6, he gave me the ultimate tribute; a tussle of my hair as he jogged towards the grandstand. With my Dad gone a tussle of the hair just never happened for me. ‘Follow me boys,’ he said, in his southern Irish brogue, ‘I’ve got something for ye.’
Ross and I then waited outside the Lion’s dressing room in the steamy, crowded corridor under Athletic Park, while men in gabardine coats pushed past, heading for the after match function and their warm beer.
Gordon Wood came out and presented us each with a bottle of lemonade, a piping-hot meat pie and two gold-plated British Lions tour badges. ‘One is for you and one is for your best friend,’ he said. Ross and I knew we had made a new true friend and that we had gold of the rarest kind to savour as we triumphantly walked home.
A fortnight later the Lions were back in the capital for the second test match. This really was the big time! Ross and I were in place again, with boots shining in the brightest sunlight, our laces doubly boiled. This was a test match and a Wellington record crowd of 58,000 came to watch. The roar as we two crossed the field before the teams came out was massive. We loved it!
But what was this? When the Lions and All Blacks ran out to play, jogging behind them to our side of the field was, once again, our ‘Mr Wood!’
Once the thrilling test was under way we three raced about, doing our respective duties, but still with enough time for me to ask as many enquiries of my touch judge friend as I could.
One question was, ‘how come you’re not playing in these games Mr Wood?’ He replied that he had injury problems, hence wearing the heavy pullover again, which meant he might not play any more of the big games on the tour. I felt sad for him.
The game was very close. Near the end the massive New Zealand fullback Don (‘The Boot’) Clarke dived for the winning try. It was 11-8 to the All Blacks. (In the newsreel footage you can see me jumping for joy)
Though Mr Wood must have been massively disappointed we ballboys were again given gifts by him in the steamy corridor. Two more Lions badges were pressed into our grateful hands plus the essential lemonade and pies. Ross and I swaggered home once more, our tummies warm and be-jewelled now with four of the highly-prized lapel pins.
Please stay with me; my story here still has decades to run.
The third Lion’s tour game in Wellington turned out to be a personal disaster for me. On the day of the game against New Zealand Juniors I had a dose of the flu so serious that Mum would not countenance her boy getting out of bed to go running around on a cold Wellington afternoon.
I was devastated of course, wondering what the game would be like but longing to know if Ross and my replacement would see our Irish friend again. Wood was not listed to play. I listened from bed to the radio commentary and marked the 29-9 win for the Lions in my tour scrapbook.
As dusk set in and still tucked up warm suddenly my mother came into the bedroom. In a strange tone she said, ‘Keith, there’s a man on the phone for you.’
I could not understand who it could possibly be. I did not play club rugby, I was not a boy scout or anything like that, so to get a call from any adult in those times was very strange.
But when I picked up the phone my heart soared. ‘Keith,’ said a soft, familiar voice, ‘it’s Gordon Wood here. I’m back at the hotel. Your pal Ross gave me your number. He said you were sick and I just wanted to know how you are. We missed you at the game today. I was waitin’ for your questions.’
The two of us then chatted away like old buddies; he answered all my questions of course. The conversation ended with him telling me he had given Ross a couple of wee gifts to bring me and that he hoped we would meet again one day. I immediately knew what the gifts would be.
So I’ve never forgotten Gordon Wood, the man who introduced me to a lifetime’s interest in the British and Irish Lions, and their culture of decency and concern. He will be in my mind when I see the 2017 team run out to play.
When I think back Gordon Wood seemed to care a lot about an inquisitive little boy who didn’t have a father. See how such things can affect kids for decades ahead?
When I later began a 40 year career as All Black TV rugby commentator I was lucky to visit Ireland a number of times but I never saw Gordon Wood again. He lived in the Deep South in Limerick; he was probably in town in 1978 when Munster beat the All Blacks. I was there too.
But in 1982 I read one day that aged only 50 Gordon had collapsed and died in a pub he owned. I was reflective and very sad. His passing no doubt was a grievous loss to his family. I understood totally when I also learned he had one son who was just ten years old at the time of his Dad’s passing.
That boy with the proud Wood name later grew to famously play 58 tests in the front row for Ireland and he also went on two British and Irish Lions tours.
You remember Gordon Wood’s son don’t you? He is retired from playing nowadays and has worked extensively in the rugby media in Ireland. I hope he asks endless questions. Gordon’s son’s name is Keith Wood.
Now, bring it in tight here; can you not blame me for wondering all these years? Was the son Keith Wood actually named after a skinny ballboy with shiny boots who his Dad, Gordon, cared enough about to ring up and express concern for on a Lions tour in faraway New Zealand in 1959?
In a strange way I hope that I never find out for sure. But it’s my favourite Lions story and I am sticking to it.
So finally here is my chance to say RIP ‘Mr Wood’ of the 1959ers - and thank you so much for being a great and powerfully influential British and Irish Lion.
It was tough times for the ABs at the Rugby World Cup in Cardiff. The alleged 'forward' pass by a Frenchman led to a try - and New Zealand headed homewards.
The game of Rugby Union has always been a possible game for everyman (or increasingly these days for every woman) who chooses it as their recreation or profession. But the game has also attracted famous people from other walks of life to enjoy rugby’s excitement and action;
[With thanks to Wes Clark’s Internet site, here is a selection from his list of “Famous Players”; with keithquinnrugby.com's additions]
Prince William and Prince Harry; The two played while at Eton, William, rising to the 3rd XV at the famous school.
Prince Edward; played second XV of Jesus College, Cambridge.
Peter Phillips; the son of Princess Anne, the Princess Royal, he is the grandson to Queen Elizabeth II. He was an open side flanker on the Scottish Schools team that toured South Africa in 1996. Captained Exeter University to win British University Sports association 2nd XV title.
George W. Bush; US President. Played rugby while at Yale University. Played in the team which famously beat Harvard University in 1968.
Bill Clinton; The USA President; was a second row forward for Oxford University, rising to be in the University’s second XV.
Yoshio Mori; former Japanese Prime Minister, who was a rugby player all his life. He played Golden Oldies rugby well into his 60s. He also revealed he toured to New Zealand with a supporters tour to watch Tri Nations rugby.
George Brown; British Prime Minister 2007-2010. When playing for the Kirkaldy first XV as a 15 year old he suffered a detached retina which led to the permanent loss on the sight in one eye.
Jacques Chirac; The cformer President of France. He played for the Youth team of the Brive Club and later at University.
Winston Churchill; It is known he ‘hated’ playing rugby at Sandhurst Military College.
Idi Amin; dictator of Uganda 1971-79. He was good enough to make the East Africa XV in Nairobi. Played mostly as a lock forward. He was reserve in the East Africa XV v the 1955 British Isles touring team on its way home from South Africa.
Roh Tae Woo; former President of South Korea was an enthusiastic club player.
Donal Spring; Deputy Prime Minister of the Republic of Ireland. Seven caps for Ireland as a lock forward 1978-81.
Keith Holyoake; former New Zealand Prime Minister who played first class rugby. A hooker for five seasons of first-class rugby for the Golden Bay- Motueka Rugby Union (1925-29).
Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevera; Marxist guerilla legend in Cuba. Played rugby in his teenage days in Argentina. When he lived in Cordoba his club was Estudiantest. He was so enamored with the game he, and his friends, launched a magazine called ‘Tackle’.
From the film world
Richard Harris; Played in Ireland in two Munster School's trials and represented Munster Under-20s. He loved the game so much he claimed he would give away all of the honours and accolades he won as an actor to have worn the Irish jersey just once. In keeping with his wishes he was buried in his Munster Junior playing jersey.
Richard Burton; Played representative rugby as a youth in Wales; playing at school, University and in the RAF as a flanker. Once on stage doing Shakespeare in a Saturday afternoon matinee, and hoping to learn of the score of a Welsh international match being played at the same time, he demanded of an actor who arrived on stage ‘what news does't thou bring me, good news I hope.’ The other actor apparently mouthed a reply which contained, in a Shakespearean manner, whether Wales had won or lost.
Gerard Depardieu; played a rugby coach in the film “Le Placard” and is a part owner of a Division 1 rugby club in France.
Russell Crowe; New Zealand-born actor who lost one of his front teeth when he was playing rugby as a boy.
Charlie Chaplin; played rugby while at school in England
Hugh Jackman; When attending school in Sydney at Knox Grammar School he was a regular rugby player.
Javier Bardem: He was outstanding rugby prospect in his teenage years in Madrid, Spain. He made the Spanish international teams at Under-16 and under-18 levels as a flanker or prop forward.
Jacques Rogge; President of the International Olympic Committee. A Belgian international player. He sometimes down-played his playing ability, once saying 'if you stay by your telephone long enough it will eventually rinmg and you will be invited to play for Belgium!'
Owen Hart; The famous WWF wrestler who fell to his death in Kansas City in 1999. He played rugby for Western Canada High School, and he met his wife at a rugby match.
Matthew Pinsett; multi-Olympic rowing gold medallist. He was a regular lock for a number of seasons at the English club, Henley. And also at Eton.
Meat Loaf; the singer apparently played rugby at college in the Northwest of USA.
P.G.Wodehouse; Quoted as ‘one of the leading lights of rugby at Dulwich College, London, around the turn of the century. The school still has copies of some of the match reports he used to write for the school.’
James Joyce; played at Belvedere in Dublin.
Sir Edmund Hillary; the New Zealand mountaineer who conquered Mt Everest in 1953. He played rugby at Auckland Grammar School in the 1930s.
Bolger, Jim. The former New Zealand Prime Minister was a senior club prop forward in the King Country rugby union.
Tony O’Reilly; Irish businessman who was once called by some as one of the world’s richest men. He was an outstanding player who played for the British and Irish Lions and for Ireland. In total he played 29 internationals for Ireland and ten tests for the British Isles (in 1955-59)
Warren Zevon; rock singer of ‘Werewolves of London’ fame. Enjoyed rugby so much he acknowledged the Atlanta Renegades club on the liner notes for one of his albums.
David Tua; fought Lennox Lewis for the World Heavyweight boxing title. Tua once played wing three-quarter at school and in club play in Auckland, New Zealand.
Eric Liddell. A Scottish rugby international and Olympic track gold medallist. His life was depicted in the famous film ‘Chariots of Fire.’
Tony Abbott. The Australia Prime Minister was a First Grade player for Sydney University.
.....[This list is by no means full. Please send additions or alterations to firstname.lastname@example.org ]
Name the NZ player who captained the All Blacks to a test match win; then also captained a team to beat the All Blacks within a year?