WHEN he ruled the roost as New Zealand’s full- back, Fergie McCormick worked in the freezing department of a slaughterhouse. For three years nobody could knock him off his perch until a pair of Welshmen took him to the cleaners at the start of the Lions’ one and only winning series against the All Blacks.
Carwyn James had a plan designed to expose McCormick and the peerless coach also had the supreme executioner at his disposal, Barry John. His tactical kicking, dragging the full-back across the full width of the pitch on one fool’s errand after another, had su...