FARRELL STANDS FIRM
Fearless skipper steers chariot home
THE trees outside Murrayfield swayed in the gale and empty plastic coffee cups escaped from the stalls that ring the stadium’s perimeter and chased each other up and down the grass banks. Storm Ciara began to take hold before kick-off yesterday, the goalposts rocked back and forwards like drunks on a long walk home and the rain whirled in circles in the air but none of it held any mysteries for Owen Farrell.
The England captain has been existing in a tempest since he returned from the World Cup last year. He has had to deal with the salary cap scandal that engulfed his club, Saracens, and their subsequent relegation. He has had t o endure England’s opening defeat to France in Paris last weekend, the criticism that was aimed at his own performance and suggestions that England coach Eddie Jones ought to replace him as skipper.
To add to his woes, he was given the ceremonial equivalent of a hospital pass before kick-off when he had to introduce the Princess Royal to his line of players as the brass band directly behind them belted out a rousing rendition of I’m Gonna Be (500 Miles) by The Proclaimers that the home crowd sang along to with gusto. In those circumstances the squalls that whipped across the stadium and made the flags on the roof dance and jig in the wind must have seemed like child’s play.
Farrell is a taciturn leader and a joyless communicator with the media — playing the game is still his chosen means of expression. If one thing defines him it is that he does not hide from adversity. He is not cowed by it, does not fear it.
We forget a man’s achievements in sport more quickly now. It is only three months ago that Farrell was leading England out in the World Cup final, having inspired his team to one of their greatest victories in the semi-final.
It was acknowledged then that he was held in high esteem by his team-mates, that he commanded their total respect and that he had the unswerving confidence of Jones. To doubt him so soon afterwards is a product of the age, not a sign of any dwindling of his abilities. At Murrayfield he knew it would not be easy but he knew he had to come through. And he did.
Yes, there were times when the elements defeated him just as they defeated the men around him. The conditions forced elite players into what looked like elementary errors. Sometimes, as the mistakes followed each other, it felt like watching Tiger Woods shooting 81 just down the road at Muirfield in The Open of 2002.
Not even the greats have an answer to nature at its most fierce. ‘It was a different form of sport,’ Scotland coach Gregor Townsend said after the match.
So Farrell missed penalties. Three of them. Three of them that died in the wind or were pulled out of shape. Three he would normally have slotted. But he did not hide.
And in the last few minutes it was the skipper who stepped up to kick the penalty that sealed it.
It was here two years ago that Farrell was embroiled in a tunnel scuffle with Scotland No 8 Ryan Wilson before the Calcutta Cup when Wilson abused George Ford.
He is not a man who backs down. He knew how vital victory was here if England were to retain any hope of winning the Six Nations and even if Sam Underhill was rightfully named man of the match, Farrell set the tone.
The build-up had been dominated by the tedium of grown men talking about how much they hated each other, a tired variation on Jones’s empty boasts the week before that England were going to wreak ‘ absolute brutality’ on a France side who ended up annihilating them. But nature’s brutality ruled yesterday.
Invoking the spirit of Culloden or Bannockburn, or both, has become a staple of t he days leading up to the Calcutta Cup and even if the talk is harmless enough, in t hese days when t here is heightened awareness of t he long-term effects of concussion and just how much damage big
hits can do and when the very future of the game is under threat because of that damage, some signs of banter evolution would be welcome.
To their credit, Farrell and his team walked the walk here. In hostile conditions they were the men who came through. In a game replete with errors they overcame them better.
In Japan last October England fled Tokyo for warmer climes when Typhoon Hagibis forced the cancellation of their group game against France. This time Farrell and England met the storm head on.
After England had repelled Scotland in the opening stages Farrell sent a flat kick forward t hat pierced t he gusts and bobbled i nto t ouch deep in Scotland territory. His first penalty attempt soon after died in the wind but his second, from nearer the posts, sailed through.
When the game degenerated into one swirling kick after another, one test of handling after another, one judgment of the flight of the ball after another, scoring opportunities were scarce and penalty-kicking became unpredictable.
Presented with another penalty he would normally have nailed from a central position Farrell dragged it to the left of the posts.
Five minutes after half-time Adam Hastings kicked Scotland level and as the weather took its toll Farrell dragged another penalty wide. The stalemate was broken when Ellis Genge barrelled over. Farrell kicked the conversion and then the clinching penalty.
‘ Our attitude was where it needed to be today,’ Farrell said. ‘It was tough out there. For us to keep at it for 80 minutes was very pleasing. We will improve from here and we will look forward to doing that.’
When Jones was asked to single out something that had pleased him, he glanced to his left, where Farrell was sitting. ‘The leadership,’ he said, ‘was outstanding.’