Anrew Harriman I think played once or twice for England on the wing.
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THE WORLD SEVENS at Murrayfield in 1993 was one of the best weeks of my career. The England team comprised Andrew Harriman as captain, Matt Dawson, Tim Rodber, Damian Hopley, Adedayo Adebayo, Chris Sheasby, Nick Beal and me, together with sevens specialists Dave Scully and Justyn Cassell. Rodber was the only one who had made any sort of impression for the senior England side.
Making Harriman captain was a stroke of genius. He was a real character, whose background lay in wealthy Nigeria. When he spoke, the first thing you thought was “aristocrat”. The stories about him were so fantastic. I couldn’t do them all justice but let me tell one.
Harlequins were playing away and the team bus was due to leave the car park at their ground at a certain time. In rugby, you’re frowned upon if you arrive late for anything but on this day, they couldn’t leave on time because Andy hadn’t shown up. Coach Dick Best was fuming: “Where the f***’s Harriman?” and everyone else was thinking Andy was going to get it when he showed.
Then a brown Bentley rolls into the car park, does a big circle and slows to a stop alongside the team bus. Dressed in a smart uniform and peaked cap, the driver gets out, opens the boot and takes out a kit bag. He walks round to the back door on the left, opens it and out steps Andy. As he gets on to the bus, the chauffeur hands him the kit bag, and says: “There you are, Mr Harriman, have a good day.” Dick is looking on in shock. Before he can say anything, Andy is in there. “So sorry I’m late, Dick. The Ferrari wasn’t behaving itself. Had to borrow Dad’s Bentley.”
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THE WORLD SEVENS at Murrayfield in 1993 was one of the best weeks of my career. The England team comprised Andrew Harriman as captain, Matt Dawson, Tim Rodber, Damian Hopley, Adedayo Adebayo, Chris Sheasby, Nick Beal and me, together with sevens specialists Dave Scully and Justyn Cassell. Rodber was the only one who had made any sort of impression for the senior England side.
Making Harriman captain was a stroke of genius. He was a real character, whose background lay in wealthy Nigeria. When he spoke, the first thing you thought was “aristocrat”. The stories about him were so fantastic. I couldn’t do them all justice but let me tell one.
Harlequins were playing away and the team bus was due to leave the car park at their ground at a certain time. In rugby, you’re frowned upon if you arrive late for anything but on this day, they couldn’t leave on time because Andy hadn’t shown up. Coach Dick Best was fuming: “Where the f***’s Harriman?” and everyone else was thinking Andy was going to get it when he showed.
Then a brown Bentley rolls into the car park, does a big circle and slows to a stop alongside the team bus. Dressed in a smart uniform and peaked cap, the driver gets out, opens the boot and takes out a kit bag. He walks round to the back door on the left, opens it and out steps Andy. As he gets on to the bus, the chauffeur hands him the kit bag, and says: “There you are, Mr Harriman, have a good day.” Dick is looking on in shock. Before he can say anything, Andy is in there. “So sorry I’m late, Dick. The Ferrari wasn’t behaving itself. Had to borrow Dad’s Bentley.”
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