EXACTLY when did the sportsmen in this country become a bunch of buttock-patting, penis-grabbing queers? (And that is not meant as disrespect to straight-up gay men. They don’t deserve such a description). In Africa, this would have landed both transgressors in the ground. Hugh Riminton deserves major credit for one of the most brutal and unanswerable questions recently asked by a reporter:
Tigers coach Damien Hardwick will now have a renewed appreciation for Mike Tyson’s brilliant aphorism about every man having a plan until he gets punched in the mouth. My only quibble is the oh-so on-song race angle. Would Riminton have asked the question if the dressing-room target was a white man or would he have played it safe lest he be accused of homophobia? Only he could answer that, I guess. All I can say for sure is that when our grandfathers were playing football, they didn’t return to the sheds and molest their teammates for a laugh. This is not something Clive Churchill or Norm Smith did. What went wrong?