PETER JACKSON

THE MAN TRULY IN THE KNOW

Of the 12 clubs to have won European rugby’s supreme prize, only one dared to do so from an antiquated pavilion built by The Gas Light & Coke Company a century ago.
Whatever comes to pass in the next one, nobody will ever emulate Wasps, a club once as humble as its cramped training base in a tiny corner of west London just off the North Circular. Those mourning the burial of their beloved club will find solace in such implausible achievement mixed with anger that it should have come to this.
In amateur times, when they played for the hell of it ...