Jason & Bedazzled
Jason & Bedazzled at the Press Conference!
For Jason Robinson it
must have been one of the strangest days in his life.
I refer to last
Saturday, the day that Jason made his return to the pitch in Sale colours after
seven long months away doing his bit for England.
And, in what for him
must have been an especially poignant moment, he ran out to the strains of “We
Are The Champions”, the fervent hymn of Wigan Rugby League Club – the club
where Jason first became a legend in the days when Wigan always were the
champions.
And all this just
after England Coach Clive Woodward had paraded the glittering Rugby World Cup
around the ground – the cup that Jason helped bring home with that incisive
try that united him with England fans around the world in a moment of delirious
joy.
But then the party
was over for Jason, and for him it was time to go back to the day job ….. a
job he does so well, playing and working for his team, his club and for the
fans.
First he played his
part in the match against the Cardiff Blues. Not quite at his scintillating best
-- hardly to be expected after the emotional roller-coaster of the past weeks
and months. But a good professional performance highlighted by some excellent
and much-needed work in defence. And he did his bit to achieve victory in a
close, hard-fought match – a victory that can only encourage the record
sellout crowd to come back for more.
Then, while some of
his aching team-mates were looking forward to a good meal and
a relaxing Saturday night out, he just had time for a quick shower before
donning a smart suit ready for the rest of the evening’s work.
First up was a huge
posse of some 80 eager fans –
prizewinners in a contest to have their picture taken with Jason and the Cup.
Not the most exciting work for a world superstar, but work he carried out with a
will, knowing as he does just how much it means to the lucky winners and how
important it is to the club. Work which was rewarded towards the end of the
session by the sheer delight spread across the face of one teenage girl whose
magical moment with her hero will remain with her for ever.
Then it was time for
some real graft – facing the press for interviews. By this time he was looking
and no doubt feeling like the man who had just set foot on the moon and then
crashed back down to earth. But there to help him was his friend and colleague
media manager Dave Swanton, marshalling the press like a sergeant-major with his
wayward troops after running his own hard-fought campaign all week.
So Jason stiffened
his back, stood his ground, and faced the pack – dealing with all the
questions with quick, astute answers that gave away not too much but were still
straight to the point.
And for Sale fans, he
had a special message, saying “The response I got from the crowd was brilliant
and even the players have been talking about this game all week, knowing the
size of the crowd. We really wanted to win this game for them and I hope they
will want to come back again.
“To have a sellout
here was just magnificent. It’s great that fans could see the World Cup, and
it’s great that we were able to win and send them home with a smile on their
faces.”
So, he’d returned
home in triumph, helped win an important match, posed for dozens of photos and
handled the press pack with aplomb. Enough for one day surely.
No chance. Now, when
he must have been dying to get home to his beloved family, it was time for the
last job of the day, the important work of corporate glad-handing – meeting
and mingling with club sponsors, staff and clients.
He must have felt
much like the Queen does at the end of a tiring day when there is yet another
crowd of admirers to be acknowledged. But at least he had one good thought to
keep him going …..
On the Monday he was
due to meet the Queen, who manages to deal with pressing crowds of people while
staying charming and composed. So at least he could ask her for some tips.
And after that --
Well, back to the day job again ….. and the not so little matter of trying to
win the Heineken Cup.
Note:
Many thanks to Major Bloodnok for boldly leading our skirmish into prawn
sandwich territory; to iBozz for his splendid photos and invaluable
support; and above all to Her Ladyship for the priceless bottles of the
Stockport Express's favorite tipple that sustained us during the long wait for
an audience with the great man.
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