The voice of rugby, gone at 86. I grew up listening to his commentaries on five nations matches. He was such a fixture — a career of 50 years — I never even realised that I took him for granted. I liked his famous Hawick accent and his cadences and his wry understatement when things went awry, and I’m sorry to think I’ll never hear him again.
I doubt there’ll be a newspaper in any country in the world where rugby is played that doesn’t give him a warm tribute. Here’s The Telegraph.
My favourite from this collection of his famous sayings, reported in The Times
My goodness, that ball’s gone so high there’ll be snow on it when it comes down
Listening to him was as enjoyable as the game. His enthusiasm and fairness were a pleasure in themselves. A gent, through and through.
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