A THREE-TEAM tournament in New England. Wasps, Bath and a Boston-based side, writes Stuart Barnes. An unusual tournament, a fair play tournament, Bath won their two games… and came third. Jack Rowell on the touchline screaming abuse at his rotund signing, Gareth Chilcott.
There’s a lineout in the early minutes. Summer breezes are elsewhere, it’s saturating heat and our new prop forward is without the stamina to travel far. A GPS on the Bath man wouldn’t have measured a mile for his movement through the whole game.
Gareth at the lineout, puffing, hands on hips, contemplating some misdemeanour. A bodybuilding American second-row, six foot six, 30-inch waist, examines this old-world torso, sees the lumpen Somerset proletarian curled up.
“I kick ass, fat boy,” he says.
He jumps, wins the lineout,…
