So what are we to make of Andy Powell? The Welsh rugby international was arrested last weekend, drunk in charge of a golf buggy, celebrating his team’s extraordinary victory over the Jocks in Cardiff. No one is suggesting he was actually trying to drive the golf cart onto the M4 Motorway, he was just heading in that general direction. Certainly it seems Powell was unlikely to know where he actually was, after such a long and heartfelt celebration which had tired him a little. Tired as Lord he was .
“Boys”, as they say, “will be prats”. Is this a hanging offence? Probably not. Will he be dropped from the team? Maybe, maybe not. Is there precident for this sort of behaviour? Oh yes indeedy!
Playing for Italy against England that very weekend was a chap called Craig Gower, who used to play in and for Australia, him being an..er..Australian. Here’s a taste of his Wikipedia entry:
Gower has been involved in a number of alcohol-related off-field incidents.
In 1999, Gower exposed himself to a female Irish tourist in a Coogee bar, blaming his behaviour on alcohol intoxication. He was dumped from the Kangaroos Squad and fined $2,500 by the NRL and a further $500 in court after pleading guilty to indecent exposure.
Gower was fired as Panthers captain in December 2005, after incidents at a charity golf event where he argued with several guests, groped the teenage daughter of former league player Wayne Pearce, chased Pearce’s son with a bottle before vomiting on him, streaked around the resort, wrecked a golf cart, held a butter knife to the throat of a Sydney radio personality and threw the knife at resort guests before being kicked out of the function by security.
Gower was handed a “final warning” by the National Rugby League and fined $100,000, with $90,000 to be paid to an NRL programme encouraging the responsible use of alcohol by league players and $10,000 to replace the destroyed golf cart. Gower was “deeply unhappy” that the Penrith Panthers club did not defend his reputation, and at one stage threatened to “walk” from the club.
Allegedly inebriated with alcohol in a bar at Kings Cross on 11 February 2007, Gower allegedly tried to kiss one man before biting him on the neck and sparking a brawl, and is accused of assaulting another man. The Panthers club controversially reappointed Gower as captain in 2007, claiming the Peppermint Lounge incident was just a media “beat-up”.
So, who knows, there may well be a happy outcome for Andy Powell ? His little spin in a buggy seems rather tame up against proper piss-heads such as Mr Gower. On that evidence he should be made Prince of Wales. No-one was hurt and all he did (allegedly) was to remove his trousers before driving off into the night. Who amongst us hasn’t done that? Leave the boy alone, I say.
I mean to say, it’s not even as if he went out one evening this week, got ridiculously pissed and fell down the stairs of the Paris Metro, cracking his head open and busting a couple of ribs. He’d have to be a proper sad old Welsh wino to do that.
I was trying to figure out where the inspiration for this one came from. All I had to do was wait for it. How bout them Welsh kettles, aye Mr. Fire?
I think there’s a clemency case to be made for Powell, meanwhile. Were I a member of a team that had been so totally dominated all match by the same rival that then found some impossible, miraculous way to force-feed victory on my squad the way Scotland did in the final minutes, I’d figure a rousing old piss-up was in order, too.
Pop round and deliver him some grapes
I’m teetering on the brink of occasionally joining in on your clubby bitch fest.
It kind of appeals to me ,especially your constant sprinkling of wrinkly derived aphorisms.
To be discussed over some of Arthur’s finest.
Get your arse to Belfast along with H and the French connection.
Feel free to weigh in any time. If Uncle Rupert ever sees fit to giving time off for bad behaviour, then I shall def join you for some vitamin G. Belfast or Bexley.
Mmmm Belfast or easter with kids…
Unfortunately easter Saturday (the 3rd?) is the eldests’ twelfth birthday so despite obvious pangs am committed to being here in Paris with deux enfants…
Plus it is becoming increasingly clear(or cloudy dependent on viewpoint) that my capacity to enjoy an occasional beverage of alcoholic content without coming to grief in some way,shape or form is now negligible…
Would it be possible therefore to perhaps start some coffee mornings with a view to me being able to join in at some point after my AA meetings?
Oi, stop picking on the token.