The Rugby Chronicles: An inquiry into the existence of jocks with brains
EMOTIONAL WEATHER REPORT By Jessica Zafra (The Philippine Star)
I won’t lie to you: it started with the shorts. As a tennis fan I am appalled by the length of the shorts on the ATP men’s tour. Why don’t they just wear white flannel trousers while they’re at it? Understand that I grew up in the McEnroe era, when Wimbledon finals were contested by men wearing hot pants.
So I looked for a sport that showed the proper appreciation for male quadriceps and glutes, and that’s how I started watching rugby on TV. Initially I thought the object of the game was to pile as many bodies as possible on the ball-carrier; eventually I figured out what “scrum” (they lock heads and push) and “try” (a goal, not an attempt) were. In March my former publisher Jaime Augusto Zobel became a sponsor of the Philippine national rugby team through Globe Telecom. Jaime had played rugby at boarding school in England, and continues to follow the sport.
Although the rugby team, nicknamed the Philippine Volcanoes, has won medals at the Southeast Asian Games and is the fastest-rising rugby team in Asia shooting up from nowhere to Division 1 in three years its existence was known only to the small, mostly expatriate local rugby community. To the general public, “rugby” is something the lowly snort under bridges.
Jaime asked me if I could write about the rugby team. “Uhh... how do they look?” I asked. Were they misshapen from getting banged up? Did they have teeth left? “You didn’t tell them about the shorts, did you?”
“I told them you enjoyed the ‘physicality’ of the game,” he said.
In May the team was training for the A5N Division 2 championships; I went to have a look.
They’re spectacular. Fine, call me shallow, but these are the best-looking, most insanely fit guys I’ve ever seen in a single group. There are a few homegrown players who learned to play rugby at International School and Brent, but most of them are Fil-British or Fil-Australian. Their mothers are Filipinas working abroad who settled down in Europe or Australia. Some strange alchemy occurs when Filipinas marry people of other ethnicities: the progeny look fabulous. These guys had always known of their Filipino heritage, and when the motherland called they answered.
How can you sleep at a time like this? They can. The Volcanoes in the stands between matches.
I should stress that they do not get paid to play rugby for the Philippines. In fact they pay their own way, shouldering their own airfares and other expenses, going on leave from their jobs, and hoarding their vacation time to play for a country that doesn’t know they exist. Which, if it knew they existed, would almost certainly say, “Hindi naman Pilipino yan.” (Those are not Filipinos). They do it because they love rugby, they love their moms, and they yearn for this country in a way those of us who live here do not understand.
Two days after my look-see, the Volcanoes won the Division 2 championship to barge into Division 1.
Most of the Volcanoes live abroad. I’d interviewed some of them online, but the resulting articles lacked something. Writing about sports demands that you be there. Physical presence is everything. When I heard that the national rugby team was competing at the Borneo Sevens tournament in Kota Kinabalu, I asked Jaime and Globe if they would send me to cover it. They said yes. I downloaded the IRB Beginner’s Guide to Rugby and read every word, then I packed a suitcase for Malaysia.
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Now for something about the game itself. The Philippine team is unbeaten at rugby 15s (15 players a side) for three years. Rugby 7s (7 players a side) is a different matter. It’s short, sweet and brutal. A game of sevens consists of two halves of seven minutes each blink and you’ll miss it. It is rugby 7s that has been recognized as an Olympic sport; it debuts at the 2016 games.
Asia’s top 12 rugby teams compete at the Borneo 7s. Last year Japan won the tournament and the Philippines shocked the established rugby nations by placing sixth. The Volcanoes aim to qualify for the 2011 Hong Kong Sevens, the most prestigious 7s tournament on earth. To do that they would have to place sixth or better at the tournaments they enter (i.e. fewer than other countries; budgetary constraints). In September the Philippines suffered a setback at the Shanghai 7s, finishing tenth. To stay on track for HK7s, the Filipinos would have to win this tournament outright by beating rugby world powers Japan, Hong Kong and Korea.
Wolff retrieves the ball in a close match vs. Sri Lanka.
Harry Morris responds with a look of “So?” Harry is the Philippine team captain, jersey number one. Harry is just under six feet tall, built like a wall, and radiates certainty. He is not the biggest guy on the team that would be the fearsome Justin Coveney, nicknamed The Flying Jeepney because if you run into him, you will know what it’s like to be hit by a barreling Manila jeepney. And then he will haul your ass to court because Justin is a lawyer from Sydney.
He is not the handsomest guy on the team, and if you quote me on this I will have to go into the witness protection program. Andrew Wolff the model/actor is on the team; he’s so beautiful that one fears for one’s retinas, but even Wolfie doesn’t get the title automatically. Chris Everingham has the Errol Flynn factor, and Mark Chatting looks like the frontman of an indie hipster band. Everyone falls in love with Patrice Olivier, the half-French boy, on sight, and that includes the guys on the team; I am reduced to following him around squealing, “That’s so adorable!” every time he says something (I want to slap myself). And that is just a random sampling.
But Harry has wattage, and to hear him speak is a shock: soft-spoken, Welsh accent. The technical term for this is Marky Mark-ness. A marine biologist, Harry was an intelligence officer at the environmental agency in Wales, “but I had the job for three years and nothing was happening, and I couldn’t get enough time off to play in tournaments.” He quit and moved to London, where he plays semi-pro rugby for Rosslyn Park.
Our team can beat anyone, the captain says, but they have to play together regularly. The other countries have specialist sevens teams that play together all year round. The RP team for the Borneo 7s assembled in Manila from all over the world on Monday, trained together on Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday morning, and flew to Kota Kinabalu for the tournament on Thursday afternoon.
Fasten your seatbelts, it’s going to be a bumpy weekend.
Jaza at 15
Jaime Augusto Zobel de Ayala (standing second from left) on his rugby-playing days: “I played my first rugby match when I was nine years old. I had just been enrolled at Ladycross, a boarding school in Sussex, England and this was the only sport played in winter. It was the start of a personal passion for the sport, which I played without stopping all through to the end of my high school years in the UK. Physically, I grew up fast and reached my adult height early in my teens so I was able to compete at an early age at a competitive level. While I was never a nationally ranked athlete in the sport, I did get as far as representing Sussex Schools at the Under 16s level, representing Worth School, my high school, in their First 15, and playing in the Sevens team that reached the quarterfinals of the Rossyln Park Sevens (
http://www.ns7.co.uk), the closest thing that came to a National Sevens Championship in England at the time.
“I played in the position of flanker, both open side and blind side, which is part of the back row in a scrum. It is a position that plays both offensive and defensive rugby, as they case may be.
“I dislocated my knee caps five times in high school and had to leave rugby in college. I turned to crew instead and rowed for a year with the Harvard Freshman Lightweight crew team (160 pounds and under).”
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Coverage of the Philippine Volcanoes at the Borneo 7s was made possible by Globe Telecom, a proud sponsor of the Philippine men’s rugby team.
taken from
Philstar.com