Henry Pollock is a box-office phenomenon, no question.
So were Charlie Chaplin, Benny Hill and Mr Bean, the difference being that, to the best of our knowledge, English rugby’s attention-seeker-in-chief wasn’t trying to be funny when he attempted to pick a fight with the formidable Hanro Liebenberg during last weekend’s East Midlands derby. It was comedy gold all the same. Live at the Apollock, you might say.

Tempting as it may be to devote the next 800 words to a Jungian analysis of Our Enry’s collective unconscious, let’s fly in the face of the zeitgeist and change the subject. (Yes, it’...