Robbie Deans E-Book

Matt McILraith

• Herausgeber: Upstart
• Kategorie: Sachliteratur, Reportagen, Biografien
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2014

Beschreibung

The career of Robbie Deans is without parallel in the annals of New Zealand rugby. He was an All Black, the pin-up boy of the Canterbury team of his generation and a rebel with the Cavaliers during a 12-year playing career. Even greater acclaim has followed as one of the best coaches of the modern era. After 17 years coaching professionally, Robbie still boasts a 70 percent success rate. He remains Super Rugby's most successful coach, six seasons after his departure from the Crusaders. His influence on the All Blacks when the current era of Bledisloe Cup supremacy began was such that Richie McCaw and Leon MacDonald both say he should have been in charge rather than John Mitchell's assistant. Then he was lost to New Zealand, appointed as Australia's first foreign-born coach after his homeland controversially turned its back on him. Yet, beyond the imagery we see on television and the guarded statements recycled through the press, Robbie remains a personality we don't really know. That's until now. For the first time, Robbie opens up on his career: from the triumphs of his formative years where he was nearly lost to a first-class cricketing career, through Canterbury's glory days in the early 1980s and the experiences that shaped the man and the coach. With the same honesty he brings to his coaching, Robbie reveals the old-fashioned values that have underpinned the Crusaders dynasty. He offers an insight into his All Black association with Mitchell and the background, as he saw it, in his failure to land the top job himself. He also breaks the silence on his removal from the Wallabies coaching job, examining in depth five turbulent years where the systemic and cultural challenges off the field were every bit as daunting and unrelenting as was confronting the best team on the planet. But this is not simply a book by Robbie about Robbie. From the opening accounts, which are provided by All Black Dan Carter and Wallaby David Pocock, the story is also told by those who know Robbie best. It is a fascinating story of a truly great era in rugby with detailed and frank observations at almost every turn from the players, coaches and administrators he was most closely associated with. They know the real Robbie.

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This book is dedicated to a number of people. First and foremost to Penny, a remarkable woman and amazing mother to Sam, Annabel and Sophie, all of whom in their own ways have been a source of perspective and inspiration throughout. And to my parents Anthony and Joy, who sacrificed much in providing their children with a platform to launch from, while teaching us the value of work. To my teammates for their effort, patience and ‘skin’ in the game, and also to my opponents for the resistance and subsequent lessons you provided.

‘To achieve success, whatever the job we have, we must pay a price for success. It’s like anything worthwhile. It has a price. You have to pay the price to win and you have to pay the price to get to the point where success is possible. Most importantly, you must pay the price to stay there. Success is not a sometimes thing. In other words, you don’t do what is right once in a while, but all the time. Success is a habit.’

Vince Lombardi Head Coach Green Bay Packers, 1959–1967

Acknowledgements

The author and Robbie Deans would both like to thank the following for their time, memories and invaluable assistance in helping to tell this story: Allan Hewson, Alex Wyllie, Andrew Sullivan, Andy Ellis, Barry Corbett, Ben Alexander, Bob Stewart, Brad Thorn, Charles Deans, Dan Carter, Don Hayes, David Pocock, Fergie McCormick, Geoff Miller, Guy Reynolds, John Sturgeon, Keith Lawrence, Kieran Read, Leon MacDonald, Les McFadden, Matthew Alvarez, Penny Deans, Peter FitzSimons, Richie McCaw, Todd Blackadder, Tony Thorpe, Jim Helsel, Warren Barbarel and Wyatt Crockett.

Every effort has been made to acknowledge and credit photographs published in this book. In a few instances, though, the publishers were unable to locate the copyright holders. The publishers welcome correspondence from any persons or organisations affected.

Contents

Imprint

Dedicaiton

Quote - Vince Lombardi Head

Acknowledgements

Foreword - By Dan Carter

Foreword - By David Pocock

The Deans of Canterbury

The Making of the Competitor

College to Canterbury

Shield and Dreams

‘We are red and black, red and black’s got the shield!’

Match of the Century

Photo section 1

The Man in Black: Better Late Than Never

The Cavaliers

A Game Without Scrums

A Coach is Born

Birth of the Crusaders and the Making of the Men

Title Years (Part 1): The Dynasty Begins

Title Years (Part 2): ‘There’s a storm coming!’

Photo section 2

Title Years (Part 3): Perfect Crusade

A New All Blacks Journey

Silverware But No Gold

Title Years (Part 4): Emerging From the Fog

Something Gold, Something New

Title Years (Part 5): The Final Crusade

A Tale of Two Cities

Photo section 3

Winds of Change

High Veldt Heroics

Quakes, Injury Breaks and Mistakes

Matters of Alignment

Living on the Edge

Fed to the Lions

Career Statistics

Foreword

By Dan Carter

It’s easier to acknowledge now — and this is the appropriate forum in which to do so — that I battled with the idea of Robbie Deans becoming Australian coach. He had coached me for so long, was someone whom I respected enormously and considered a good mate, and now he was going to be coaching our arch-rivals?

It was tough to take. The Wallabies were a good enough team as it was, without having someone of his calibre coaching them.

Robbie had put so much work into my game, he knew me better than any other coach in the world. In my mind, I kept questioning: why is he doing this? With time, I did come to appreciate his reasons.

In professional sport, teammates and coaches can, and do, sometimes later become opponents. The industry is like business: you have to go where the opportunity presents itself.

The difficulty I had in accepting the change in Robbie’s situation at the time simply reflected the enormous respect I have for him, after everything he had done for me.

Until he became Wallabies coach, he’d always been there for me as a player, someone I could turn to, when needed, to critique any aspect of my game. He had helped to make me believe I could reach the highest level of the game.

I can still remember clearly our first meeting. It was in 2002. I was 20, had just finished my first year in the Canterbury Academy, and had played a handful of games in the NPC while the All Blacks were away. Walking into his office, I had a few nerves, but Robbie is generally pretty laid-back with young players, and makes you feel at ease quickly.

As is his way, he got to the point straight away.

‘Do you want to be a Crusader next year?’

I was blown away. I’d barely played any age-group rep rugby for Canterbury, and here he was asking me — or more accurately, basically telling me — that I was going to be getting a professional contract for the following year.

Once I’d recovered from the shock and offered a rather nervous yes in reply, he said that’s great; he wanted me to be a part of the team.

Before I could relax, he got me again.

‘Could I see myself starting?’

Hang on a second. The Crusaders had Aaron Mauger and Andrew Mehrtens, guys I had looked up to and, in Mehrts’ case especially, idolised as a kid. And he was asking whether I thought I could be starting ahead of one of them?

Realistically, I was going to be very happy to be in the squad. I didn’t say as much to him at that moment but did say that I didn’t see myself starting.

Robbie then told me that I could be a starter for the Crusaders the following year, if I really wanted it and was prepared to work hard enough for it.

If anyone else had suggested that to me at the time, I’d have been embarrassed by the thought of it. But Robbie has a way, not only of encouraging young players and letting them know he believes in them, but also of convincing them to believe in themselves too. It was quite humbling.

As I left his office, I mulled over what had just taken place. It gave me a sense of drive and purpose to train harder than I ever had before. Robbie Deans is an absolute legend of the game and he was going to give me an opportunity to be a Crusader. I was determined that I wasn’t going to let him down.

Our relationship became a constant one from there. Not only did we work closely together at the Crusaders, Robbie was the backs coach when I came into the All Blacks a year later.

Inevitably, in any squad, you spend the most time with your positional coach, backs or forwards. Robbie wasn’t the head coach in this instance but, as he had with the Crusaders, he helped to manage my transition to thenext level.

It is a big step. Having Robbie coaching the All Blacks backs provided me with continuity. We were able to continue working the way we had at the Crusaders.

One aspect of the game that Robbie really helped me with was around leadership. He didn’t push me into a leadership position, instead letting me grow at my own pace, developing the sense of my place in the team. I’m naturally a fairly quiet guy. With the massive amount of experience that was around me, the last thing I wanted to do was to be piping up with my views. I had to learn, I had to earn the others’ respect by playing well.

Robbie understood and allowed me to do that. He didn’t impose any wider responsibilities on me until he judged that I was ready. That’s one aspect of what makes Robbie such an outstanding coach. He always sees the bigger picture, but also has command of the finer detail, both around the playing strategy but also the personnel. If he’d pushed me too soon, I’m not so sure that I would have coped.

There’s no doubt that Robbie’s time in Australia did make some of his existing relationships back in New Zealand more awkward, and I’m sure it was the same for him as it was for some of the All Blacks guys who had previously played under him. There’s always an edge when you are competing; there has to be, and the higher the level, the more intense the competition is.

Competition aside, it’s just a reality that — with Robbie in Sydney — we didn’t see that much of him any more.

Still, that doesn’t change the fact that he has done so much for all of his former players. We are all in his debt for that: the experiences we had, the balance he made sure that we maintained in our lives, and the belief he inspired in us that helped our teams to achieve.

Robbie loves the game; he loves the team environment. His enthusiasm is infectious. So, too, is his commitment to the team, which always comes first. I have never had a coach who will go beyond the call of duty to the extent Robbie does, in order to make sure that his players are happy.

During my time playing for him, he must have returned thousands of kicks during field and goal-kicking practice, standing behind the posts fielding the ball and kicking it back to me so that I could go again.

It must be the most tedious of jobs but there he was, at the end of every training session, behind the posts, booting the ball back, providing pointers when they were needed, but also having a laugh.

For the head coach, someone who was such a busy guy, to be so generous with his time, is something I will always be thankful to him for.

Cheers Robbie.

Foreword

By David Pocock

The world might be full of sporting memoirs — some hugely informative, others positively inane — but if ever a biography was required to lift the lid and present the real picture of an identity, then this is it.

I’m glad my task has simply been to provide an opening to his story, because Robbie Deans is a difficult man to write about. This is not because there aren’t plenty of amusing and important things to say about him, but because there is an impulse to correct the mainstream perception.

Because of the way he is. Because he is all about the team.

There is so much of his make-up, so much of his story if you like, that has never been projected in the public domain. The task of doing that has fallen to author Matt McILraith, Robbie himself and all of the other contributing identities who have been part of his life, and part of the story.

This platform provides me with an opportunity to speak of a very good man who I have come to respect deeply.

When Robbie started as Australian coach in 2008, I was coming off a good season with the Western Force but had few expectations about taking the next step at that stage of my career. The Wallabies started the Tri-Nations with a game against South Africa in Perth. While the team was in the west, Robbie asked me to come and see him at their hotel.

I was extremely nervous and excited, so much so that I mixed up the time of the meeting. Once I got there, Robbie told me to focus on the upcoming world Under-20s tournament and to continue improving my game.

I left the meeting feeling positive, but also with the distinct impression that this was a man who didn’t give much away. This notion was furthered later in the year, when the Wallabies squad for the European tour was named and I was in it. As one of the youngest in the team, I was nervously hoping for even a spot on the bench when we started out. I watched a lot and tried to absorb everything I could.

The thing I was most struck by was the pressure Robbie was under from the outside. This only escalated over the following years. There was a constant tension between what he wanted to do, and what he was able to do with the team. The world of professional sport is full of injuries, politics, funding shortfalls and limitations. Those who are not directly involved rarely understand these things.

It is to Robbie’s credit that he never made excuses. Nor did he ever take these pressures out on the playing group. He seemed acutely aware that shouting at the team after a loss was probably going to be unproductive. I always found his quiet disappointment more compelling anyway.

Robbie is a man I wanted to win for.

On that same tour, I’d been told I was going to start against the Barbarians. Then Stirling Mortlock got injured against Wales, and Robbie needed George Smith to start in my position so he could lead the team. I was bitterly disappointed. On the Monday at training, Robbie came to me and said that I’d play off the bench because they wanted me to get some game time. Then, with that classic Robbie Deans side smile, he added: ‘I don’t think you’re quite ready to captain the Wallabies yet, but maybe one day.’

One of the things Robbie used to often say to me was ‘Drive what’s best for the team’. This, perhaps more than anything else, has influenced me as a player.

It was a particularly important focus during times of injury. The knee reconstruction that I required midway through 2013 and had to repeat again this year was especially frustrating. Both injuries could have left me sitting on the sidelines for 12 months feeling totally useless.

Robbie’s mantra, that we shouldn’t seek personal glory but instead be focused on the good of the team, was an invaluable pointer. You can always make a useful contribution — injured or not — because there are a multitude of ways that you can help the team.

Everyone who knows Robbie comments on his composure. You never really know what he is thinking. The one time I saw him lose it was before our game against South Africa at Cape Town in 2009. Robbie had joined the team late, having had to return to New Zealand for his father’s funeral. It was obviously a very difficult time.

While he was away, the team had been playing a game called ‘Killer’, as a way to get everyone involved and get guys out of their comfort zones. The game sees one person within the team assigned as the ‘killer’. His role is to inform people how they were to publicly exit the game while everybody else has to work out who the assassin is. The departures usually involve some sort of embarrassing public spectacle: our halfback Luke Burgess did the most impressive rendition of ‘You’ve Lost that Loving Feeling’ to the waiting staff at a team dinner!

In a rather unfortunate timing, a mass exodus of players was organised for the first team meeting after Robbie had arrived. Everyone was called together 10 minutes early to accommodate this. There was a talent show, songs on guitar and some of the shyer guys in the team had to tell jokes. It was very entertaining.

Once all this had taken place, the meeting started. Robbie stood up to speak and let rip in a way I had never seen before and haven’t seen since. He castigated us, shouting about our lack of professionalism. It was one of the most impressive rants I’ve ever seen from a coach.

We all hung our heads.

Then, at the end of the tirade, he collapsed and feigned his death. He had also been nabbed by the killer!

It was the highlight of the game.

That he immersed himself in team affairs so quickly, despite a time of personal difficulty, summed Robbie up. There’s never any self-pity. He is always there for his friends and players, on and off the field.

Robbie is an immensely good man.

I am greatly indebted to him for believing in me, not only as a player, but also as a person. While my coach, he encouraged me to be the best rugby player and teammate that I could be, he was also genuinely interested in the kind of man I was becoming away from the world of rugby.

No one could ask for anything more.

Introduction

Competitive. Direct. Loyal. Strategic. Easy going. Team-focused.

All are themes that pop up repeatedly when discussing the playing and coaching career of Robbie Maxwell Deans with those who know him best.

Robbie is, by nature, guarded with those with whom he is unfamiliar. Trust has to be deserved. Respect gained by deed rather than words. Once it is earned, the loyalty and backing Robbie offers is absolute. This is clear from the contributions some of the finest players of the modern era have made to this text. The level of their respect, gratitude and even admiration, both for his skills as a mentor, but also his principles as a man, is unmistakeable.

I experienced this first-hand during my maiden team release as media manager for the All Blacks at the start of 2002. A miscommunication with then head coach John Mitchell saw a player named in error. This discovery, during that week’s captain’s run, was horrifying for one so new to the role.

Returning to the bus after training and sitting down, Robbie turned to me. As I shrunk into my seat waiting for what was surely going to be a decent bollocking, he said quietly: ‘Don’t worry about it mate, you didn’t cost us any points!’

That was my introduction to the real Robbie Deans. Positive and always looking ahead.

It has been a privilege to be able to watch much of his career — with the All Blacks, the Crusaders and the Wallabies — unfold from a front-row seat, in the time since.

Even the greatest of us have times where we can’t meet all of the expectations that are placed on us, realistic or otherwise. Life provides dips for everyone, but sport is one of the few human activities where accountability can be defined. Results tell all, over time. The titles, but more particularly the winning percentages, Robbie has consistently achieved throughout his career, across four different high-profile teams, inarguably state that he is up there with the best of his profession, across any sporting code. Even his Wallaby career, where the critics were ruthless and loud, concluded with a winning ratio well in excess of Australia’s historical average.

This was despite the side being exposed to the two Rugby World Cup winners of that era, and therefore the best teams in the world — South Africa (2007) and New Zealand (2011) — for a percentage of his career (in terms of the overall number of games his team played) that was much higher than was the case for any of his predecessors.

Not that Robbie would have had it any other way. He sought consistent success for the players and the Australian public, not the ‘one-off glories’ that have dominated much of the Wallabies’ professional rugby history.

If being exposed to the best on an unprecedented scale, at the risk of damaging his overall winning percentage, gave the Wallabies their best chance of rising to the top as a consistent power, that was what had to be done.

The central platform of Robbie’s success is his coaching method. Although it has been refined over time, with subtle changes as a result of new experiences, the confidence in his process has not been misplaced: the results prove that.

Those who perform have generally been rewarded, both by the success they’ve achieved, but also through the enjoyment they’ve experienced. He has always been prepared to back his judgement on when to introduce players into his team, but also around the difficult decisions on when to phase them out.

As much as he has made his players feel at ease, Robbie has repeatedly made the hard calls when he has felt they have been needed, even if this has resulted in both public and personal condemnation. Always, his motivation has been for the good of the team.

An unprecedented five Super Rugby titles, Australia’s first Tri-Nations title in a decade, two Tri-Nations and the Bledisloe Cup with the All Blacks, Canterbury’s first NPC title in 13 years, and a Ranfurly Shield success are all indicative of a method that works.

Depending on whose information is correct, Robbie was either miles away from the All Blacks coaching position at the end of 2007, or one small step from a role his supporters remain convinced is his destiny.

A highly placed member of the All Blacks hierarchy, well in a position to know, insisted to me that the NZRU board decision to stick with Graham Henry ahead of Robbie was a close one. Even if this wasn’t so, Robbie’s will still be a strong case whenever applications are called for the next All Blacks head coach.

For all that he had already achieved in a Super Rugby coaching career without parallel, and during a stint on an All Blacks coaching staff whose legacy is unarguable, Robbie has moved on from his time in Australia an infinitely better coach.

The fact that he ‘survived’ for long enough to end as the Wallabies’ most capped coach is evidence enough, given that he was exposed to a level of challenge with complexities that have no equal in his homeland.

The lack of alignment between the national body and the state organs within the Australian game is quite simply ruinous. For an outsider, the task of changing the culture of individualism that is deep-rooted within the professional levels of rugby union was never going to be an easy assignment. It is witness to his skill that Robbie was able to raise the Wallabies’ standing from fifth on the IRB rankings through to second only to the best All Blacks side of the modern era, and arguably of all time.

Australia occupied that ranking for a few weeks short of three years, before being pushed back to third narrowly by South Africa, at the end of a 2012 year of unprecedented injuries.

Even then, the Wallabies were still able to thwart the All Blacks’ bid for a record-breaking winning sequence, defying the game’s most free-scoring unit during a try-less draw in Brisbane, despite being forced to field a grossly under-strength team.

From the end of 2010 until the final test of 2013, England and South Africa were the only other sides to beat New Zealand. Each won once. The Wallabies beat the All Blacks twice, taking the final Tri-Nations off them, while also denying New Zealand a shot at the record for consecutive wins by forcing that draw.

While the extraordinary injury carnage of 2012 undoubtedly impacted on the Wallabies’ capacity to take the next step in the year following the Rugby World Cup, the gap between them and the All Blacks was closing.

History may record Robbie’s departure to have been the tipping point where the chance to press further was lost.

The distance to the All Blacks, in terms of ranking points on the IRB ratings, more than doubled in the first year after his departure from the Wallabies. South Africa, who had previously been level pegging, has also now established a significant break on Australia.

Tony Thorpe, a former teammate of Robbie’s who later managed his Crusaders teams, told me on the eve of our departure for Australia of his belief that the book on Robbie Deans’ career would not be completed without a chapter devoted to his time as head coach of the All Blacks.

Should that turn out to be the case — and the story on these pages provides a compelling argument as to why it should be so — consider what you are about to read a precursor to his career’s main event.

It is a fascinating story of a truly great era in both New Zealand and global rugby that deserves an appropriate end.

Matt McILraithJuly, 2014

1

The Deans of Canterbury

It is entirely appropriate that, in Robert Maxwell, the Deans family provided one of Canterbury’s foremost modern sporting sons. For it is impossible to divorce the Deans name from the fabric of the province’s history: the name embroidered so boldly into human development on the quilt-like Canterbury Plains that its reference is inescapable, even for casual visitors to the city of Christchurch.

Commuters will drive along Deans Avenue as they circumnavigate the picturesque Hagley Park en route to the city centre. They will enter Deans Bush and drive past the cottage of the same name as they visit the Riccarton homestead. Both buildings were part of the first European settlement on the plains, the structures so solid that they came through the 2011 earthquakes largely intact.

Visitors prior to the earthquakes which rocked the city’s foundations could even — albeit only for a brief time — have sat in the newly built Deans stand (2010) at the old Lancaster Park, the temple where generations of Cantabrians gathered to worship their sporting heroes.

Most descendants of the ‘first’ Cantabrians trace their ancestral roots to the four ships that were dispatched to Port Lyttelton from the United Kingdom bearing the original colonists in 1850; the Deans clan, however, were in what is now known as Christchurch eight years earlier — and have played a prominent role in Canterbury society ever since.

Robbie, his All Black brother Bruce, and sisters Joanne, Nicky and Sarah, represent the fifth generation of the Deans family in Canterbury. They, along with their extended family, continue an association with the province begun with the arrival of William Deans, a lowland Scot from Riccarton in Ayrshire.

William arrived in the colony of New Zealand in 1840 — the year in which the Treaty of Waitangi was signed between representatives of the British Crown and the local Maori population, thereby legitimising the Crown’s claims on the territory.

Given that one is speaking of a Canterbury institution when referring to the family it might be almost heresy to suggest it, but the Deans story could easily have been one embossed in the black and gold of Wellington.

When William arrived in New Zealand as a 23-year-old, it was into Port Nicholson that he sailed, to take up two allotments of unsurveyed land purchased in the area. The land was unsuitable for farming. Adjacent territories in the neighbouring Taranaki and Wairarapa provinces were not any better so it was eventually to the south that he turned, settling instead on the Canterbury Plains at a place he named Riccarton after the family parish in south-west Scotland.

By the time the Riccarton farm had been established and the first house on the plains built, William had been joined by John Deans, three years his junior, who, like his elder brother, essentially wound up on the banks of what became known as the Avon River by accident.

John had arrived in New Zealand the year before only to find, as his brother had, that his original land allotments, this time in Nelson and Wellington, were also unsuited to farming.

The loss for those districts was most definitely Canterbury’s gain in a sporting sense: the five generations of John’s lineage that followed left three All Blacks and one other Canterbury men’s representative as well as a captain of the Canterbury women’s team.

There’s also Robbie’s nephew Michael (Hobbs, son of Jock) who was a New Zealand age-group representative and also played Super Rugby, albeit for the Blues and Highlanders.

The original homestead at Deans Bush, Riccarton was completed in May 1843, after formal blessing had been given to the Deans brothers to settle the land. With the appropriate papers signed, farming could begin in earnest, and did so in June of that year when John returned from Australia with a collection of livestock, which included the first sheep to graze the plains. These were ironically sourced from Homebush near Sydney. This is an area whose linkage to the Deans family story resurfaced more than a century later once the completion of the Olympic Stadium saw it become the venue for test rugby in the city.

The family operation was well established by the time the first four ships of settlers disembarked at Lyttelton in 1850, seven years after the construction of the Deans homestead. Although the brothers helped provision the incoming population, nationalist and religious tensions from the old country accompanied the arriving populace. So much so that it required the intervention of the Governor, Sir George Grey, to thwart a bid by John Robert Godley, the resident chief agent of the newly formed Canterbury Association, to rid the plains settlement of its Presbyterian Scottish residents.

Canterbury society might have been founded on, and celebrate, its Church of England heritage, but had Grey not closed down Godley’s ‘Anglicans only’ plan it would have cost the province’s future plenty, including a more than useful goal-kicking fullback.

The attempt to kick out the Scots was a mild inconvenience, however, compared to the hurdles for the Deans clan that were to come.

William drowned in 1851 off the Wellington coast while sailing to Australia to purchase more sheep. This left John to grow the dynasty alone. He went back to Scotland the following year to marry his sweetheart, Jane McIlraith, before he returned, accompanied by his wife, to Canterbury.

John outlived William by just three years. He died after contracting a lung infection in 1854. Both brothers were aged 33 at their passing.

By the time of John’s death, Jane had borne him a son, John Deans the Second. Jane, the family matriarch, whose resilience and general doggedness clearly has been passed down the generations, outlived her only son, as well as her husband. She eventually passed away in 1911 at the age of 88, nine years after the death of her son.

By the time of his death at the age of 48, John and his wife Catherine were the parents of 12 offspring, eight of them boys, and the Deans’ hold on Canterbury was well and truly under way.

Stuart Maxwell Deans, Robbie’s grandfather, was the youngest of the dozen children who made up the family’s third generation.

Bob Deans, the fourth-born of that family, was 13 when his youngest brother was born, with Maxwell just eight when Robbie’s great-uncle became the family’s first All Black. A midfield back, Bob was 19 and in his first year out of Christchurch Boys’ High School after four years in the college’s First XV when he made his senior debut for Canterbury.

His legacy at the school remains with the Bob Deans award one of the most coveted at the institution.

Bob went on to play 25 times for his province between 1903 and 1908 and was the youngest All Black selected for the 1905 ‘Originals’ Tour of the British Isles, France and North America.

While Bob’s place in history has been entrenched forever by the try the Welsh still claim he didn’t score, in the 0–3 loss to Wales at Cardiff Arms Park, he was awarded 20 tries from 21 appearances on the tour. This included two during the win over Ireland.

Bob played four tests on that expedition, later playing a fifth against the Anglo-Welsh at Auckland in 1908 where he finally got that try against the Welsh. Tragically the 24-year-old went to his grave later that year, dying as a result of complications from a burst appendix. He will be remembered forever for his part in the only loss from 35 games that the Originals suffered.

The sense of injustice that New Zealanders feel was only added to by the emphatic tone of the telegram Bob later sent to a British newspaper. In it, he swore that he had in fact scored the try prior to being hauled back into the field of play, before the referee arrived on the scene.

It might have come 100 years too late, but the try was finally awarded to a Deans, when Robbie re-enacted the saga with All Blacks teammates on a visit to the Arms Park during the 1983 tour. This time the referee, though being one of Robbie’s teammates, arrived at the tryline on time!

Although Bob is the one who is remembered, he was not the only one of John and Catherine’s sons to play representative rugby. The third youngest of the boys, Colin, also played for Canterbury, scoring a try for the province against South Africa at Lancaster Park in 1921.

While Colin’s place in the catalogue of Deans sporting achievements has sat firmly in the shade of his elder brother, Robbie admits to having only a basic knowledge of Bob’s exploits, prior to the inevitable comparison once he made the All Blacks himself.

‘My grandfather didn’t recollect much about Bob, given the age difference between them,’ Robbie says.

‘As a family, while there was an awareness, we didn’t really speak much about it. It was not until I made the All Blacks, and then Bruce made it too, that we came to learn a bit more about Bob, primarily from the historical material produced by the media.’

Which is not to say that the family was ignorant of Bob’s career. Robbie was given his great-uncle’s All Blacks cufflinks upon his own national selection, with the keepsake remaining in the family as a reminder of what had gone before.

The first decade of the twentieth century might have marked the opening steps of the All Blacks, and the beginnings of a legacy that would stamp the mark of New Zealand nationalism more than any other, but unhappier times were to follow.

The Deans family was not immune to the turbulence that engulfed the world in the years between 1914 and 1918.

The Dominions were quick to answer the call of Empire when the Great War broke out in Europe in 1914, and Robbie’s grandfather was called to arms, representing his country as a cavalryman in Egypt as the conflict played out.

On return, Maxwell settled at Kilmarnock, an hour and a half’s drive north of Christchurch, establishing a property that remains in the family to this day, run by Bruce.

Maxwell and his wife Hilda had three children, daughters Patricia and Audrey and son Anthony. Anthony followed in his father’s footsteps, both in tending the family property, but also in service of his country abroad. While the Second World War raged in an unsettled Europe and Asia, Anthony joined the navy, with the teenager serving on a minesweeper that was, for a time, based at Woolloomooloo, not too far from the Sydney suburb where his son, the future Australian Rugby Union coach, was to settle.

Anthony’s war service came at a cost. A knee injury that was sustained while on active duty curtailed his rugby career.

A keen sportsman, Robbie’s father had already shown his prowess as an all-rounder in the Christ’s College First XI. His passion for the summer whites passed down to his two sons, with the young boys regular attendees as he played his cricket for the local Scargill club well into his forties.

The competitive drive that has served Robbie so well over the years was not limited to his father. Mother Joy skated competitively prior to her marriage and entry into motherhood, although the birth of five children in six years meant that she was to spend more of her life as a referee than as a competitor.

Although a competitive streak flows through the breed, there is no doubt that the proximity in the ages of Robbie and Bruce served both well on their sporting adventures. It ensured that they were provided with a level of competition at an early age that it could be argued was unsurpassed for either man during their senior sporting careers.

‘Rugby on the back lawn was a mainstay of our late afternoons after school,’ Robbie recalls. ‘The farm was at the end of the bus route from Cheviot Area School, which meant we had a travel time of 60 minutes each way. By the time we were home, the banter was well and truly under way, and on the games would go!’

Not that the Deans boys would reserve their bursts of energy solely for each other. City kids, staying at a nearby cottage on the farm during the school holidays, were easy prey, with many a visiting youngster having returned to that dwelling battered and coated in mud after an invitation for a ‘match’ on the Deans boys’ strategically watered lawn.

Robbie’s first school match with Bruce was actually against him in an inter-class standard three and four game that was refereed by the boys’ future Canterbury senior coach, Alastair Hopkinson.

Hopkinson’s wife Marlene was Robbie’s teacher at the time, but while her husband might have played nine tests for the All Blacks between 1967 and 1970, Robbie still disputes his ability as an adjudicator, after the game diplomatically ended as a draw, with both brothers scoring tries.

‘The game was a draw, but that was a loss as far as I was concerned because Bruce gave it to me all the way home from school on the bus,’ Robbie says.

Fortunately for the harmony of the household, the boys were seldom pitted against each other again, combining instead within a Glenmark Under-11 side still talked about to this day.

The Under-11s, which was the first 15-aside team that Robbie played for, fielded a playing cast, the names of which still intimidate today, with the Deans boys, Richard Loe, and Andy and Chris Earl all featuring.

Nor was selection guaranteed amid the competition for places, to the extent that Joy took the proactive measure of ‘feeding up’ on scones the local grader driver, Roly Kirdy, who coached the team, just to make sure that her boys ‘got a run’.

The ploy worked: Kirdy included the Deans boys in the team for the start of the season. They quickly turned heads to make sure that they stayed there!

With Bruce and Robbie at halfback and first five-eighths respectively, combination was never an issue, although, even then, the diligence to preparation and attention to detail that is such a key part of Robbie’s make-up was in evidence.

‘Bruce and I used to practise a scissors move all of the time on the lawn at home,’ Robbie recalls. ‘The first time we tried it in a game, it worked perfectly and we scored. Everyone watching was amazed!’

If the boys were good in year one, their second year in the Under-11s was something else again. Such was the dominance of the team, it won all but two of its matches, which were both drawn, scoring 200 points, with only six against — and three of those were scored by Andy Earl during a game in which he had been loaned to the opposition to make up the numbers!

‘It was great fun, and a great grounding,’ Robbie says.

‘The game provides a great sense of identity, especially in country areas where families can be widely spread. The rugby club is the backbone of the community. Certainly that is the case with Glenmark: the club doesn’t just create rugby players, it creates men.’

It also provided an education Robbie has shared with all he has played alongside and coached, based on loyalty, hard work and respect — life skills that were to serve him well as he embarked on the road to manhood.

The first stop was at Waihi, an intermediate boarding school for boys.

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The Making of the Competitor

Rugby union came to dominate Robbie’s life, but it might just as easilyhave been cricket.

From shortly after he arrived at the boarders-only Waihi School for intermediate boys, it became apparent that the young Glenmark lad had the aptitude to be successful in sport. It was just a matter of which game it would be in.

At Waihi, which sits 40 minutes to the north of Timaru and can boast New Zealand’s double Victoria Cross winner Charles Upham among its old boys, Robbie threw himself into organised sport with the confidence of the competitor he is.

‘Attending Waihi was a great leg up both from an educational but also a personal development standpoint, prior to entering secondary school,’ Robbie says.

‘It was quite traumatic as an 11-year-old to be dropped off by my parents, who then headed off back up the road to the farm. I guess anyone who has experienced boarding school has felt that initial sense of isolation, which was added to by Waihi’s rural location, but the loneliness passed quickly. Once I got under way, it was fantastic.’

The experience undoubtedly furnished Robbie with a love of team environments. Overcoming the isolation of his arrival might also have instilled his sense of togetherness, and the importance of welcoming new members into any group. This is an action on which his players say he always placed a major emphasis.

While the results of his studies were promising, the two years at Waihi saw Robbie’s sporting pursuits thrive. He arrived in 1971 already with a reputation, having been picked out of his all-conquering Glenmark Under-11s to play for the Country Under-11s against Town as a curtain-raiser to the previous year’s Town–Country senior match on Lancaster Park.

Selection for the Waihi First XV duly followed in both of his years at the school, being joined in the team by Bruce when he arrived in South Canterbury during Robbie’s second year.

At Waihi, the brothers were introduced to one of the benefits of attending an isolated institution: touring.

Although the Waihi First XV lost just once during Robbie’s time, his father’s love of cricket was also becoming ingrained, presenting a serious rival to rugby for the young lad’s sporting affections. As a leader in the school’s first XI, Robbie made the South Canterbury side for the 1972 South Island primary schools’ tournament at Rangiora.

Rapidly gaining in confidence as a batsman, Robbie was nothing if not consistent at that tournament, getting out for 33 four times. His other turn at the crease saw him dismissed for 35. The performance won him selection in the South Island side at the conclusion of the competition.

Another memory that has stayed with him was a dropped catch at second slip when the batsman, the Canterbury number eight, had made just eight. The player concerned went on to tally 121 and turned out to be a more than useful bat later in life: the prolific Canterbury and New Zealand batsman Vaughan Brown.

Later a teammate, Robbie has never been slow in reminding the elegant left-hander that ‘by shelling that catch, I got you started’.

The pair got to know each other well from Robbie’s arrival at Christ’s College in 1973, spending three years playing together in the First XI while also representing Canterbury and New Zealand Schools.

Robbie first appeared for Canterbury in the under-14 age-group. In his fifth form, he was then part of the Canterbury side that won its national tournament in Hamilton, where a lasting memory was an outfield catch that led to the end of his final innings.

‘I really got onto it. It cleared mid-off and I set off for what I thought would be a three [runs]. While the fielder had to turn and chase, I thought there was no way he’d get near it,’ Robbie says.

‘Then I heard the applause. Not only did he get to it, he made the catch.’

The fielder’s name was Gary Henley-Smith. He went on to become senior national sprint champion for the 100 and 200 metres in 1982 and 1983.

‘With pace like he showed to take that catch, you could see why.’

As his school cricket career progressed, Robbie played alongside or against a number of players who would go on to make their mark with the Black Caps. This included the awkward but effective top-order batsman Andrew Jones, who Robbie encountered during his debut game for the Christ’s First XI, in the annual match against Nelson College. The Jones style was unique but even then it worked, Robbie recalls, with the future test player scoring a half-century.

Nelson College was one of a number of ‘traditional’ fixtures that Christ’s College played, in both rugby and cricket.

The annual clash against Christchurch Boys’ High was another that was highlighted on the calendar, bringing with it additional pre-match nerves.

Robbie’s first experience of this contest in the First XI was as a fifth former, with the pressure added to by the presence of his parents beyond the boundary rope at Hagley Park.

‘Tony and Joy got to the games when they could but, with three girls and a farm at home to look after, it wasn’t easy,’ Robbie acknowledges. ‘Bruce and I always appreciated it when they managed to get along, but it’s really only when you have children yourselves, and have to find the time to get along to support their sport, that you really appreciate how big the effort was that your parents made.’

On this day at Hagley Park, Tony and Joy arrived literally just in the nick of time!

‘I was batting when they drove in. I’d been looking about for them and saw them arrive,’ Robbie says. ‘They’d just got there and I edged one off Gerald Cummins, who I later played rep cricket with. It was caught by the wicketkeeper in front of second slip. I couldn’t believe it and just froze. I didn’t walk. I was thinking “I can’t go now, my parents have just arrived.” And then I was given not out!’

The incident, and the fact that he later betrayed his guilt, provided an early insight both into the competitive streak that has been a hallmark of Robbie’s sporting career as well as his sense of fair play.

It also later demonstrated how well Joy knew her eldest son.

‘The damage wasn’t great to Boys’ High, in terms of the scoreboard,’ Robbie recalls, ‘as I got out shortly after. But their wicketkeeper, Graham Gordon, who was to become a good friend of mine, wasn’t impressed.

‘He was quite openly remonstrating in front of the pavilion at lunchtime about the bloke who hadn’t walked. My mother turned to me and asked me point blank: “Was that you?”’

The story had a postscript years later during senior club cricket, when the wronged Boys’ High bowler took his revenge.

Cummins was batting against an Old Collegians side that included Robbie and Gordon, when he edged to the wicketkeeper where the catch was taken. Once again, the umpire called not out, at which time Cummins turned to Robbie and the wicketkeeper Gordon and, remembering the incident from their school days, said: ‘You know I’m going nowhere, don’t you?’

Although rugby continued to dominate his winters, by 1977 and his last summer at Christ’s, cricket was placing a strong claim to be Robbie’s main sporting priority.

His final school year saw him selected for the New Zealand Secondary Schools side to play the Australasian tournament in Christchurch. Brown was among his teammates again as was a future Canterbury captain in Richard Leggat, and a talented fourth form batsman from Auckland by the name of Martin Crowe.

Opening the batting, Robbie finished as New Zealand’s leading run scorer, his tally bolstered by the 158 he scored against Tasmania, despite copping a fair bit of sledging from the diminutive figure at slip for the Australians: the future test opener David Boon.

Fast bowler Mike Whitney, who later defied Sir Richard Hadlee as a number 11 batsman to save a test match for Australia at the Melbourne Cricket Ground, opened the bowling for New South Wales, while Queensland’s future Australian test paceman Carl Rackemann made the biggest impression.

‘Even at that age, he was quick, scarily quick,’ Robbie says. ‘Certainly the fastest bowler I ever faced, and he was mean too. I saw the first ball I faced off him until it pitched, but didn’t pick it up again until it had whistled past my nose. I was opening with [future Canterbury batsman] Anup Nathu.

‘The second nut hit me on the pads. I was quite keen to get down the other end. There was definitely a run in it so I started off. Then I looked up and there was Anup, leaning on his bat, still in his crease with a big smile on his face.’

Robbie’s departure from school, and the need to work to help subsidise his university study firstly at Lincoln College and then Canterbury University, placed restrictions on his time which saw cricket gradually slide onto the back-burner.

He joined the Old Collegians club in his first year out of school, and then attended the national under-23 tournament in Wellington where he was introduced to a batting helmet for the first time. It was needed, as Robbie found himself facing the future test paceman Martin Snedden bowling with a howling gale behind his back at Kilbirnie Park.

Even as the representative honours stacked up, it was becoming clear to Robbie that something was going to have to give, and that due to his success in the winter, it was rugby that would take priority.

By the summer of 1982, he was playing cricket in the country with Scargill, emulating his father’s service to the club.

Alex Wyllie, by then his Canterbury coach, but also someone who had played rugby and cricket alongside Robbie, and had had a lot to do with the Deans family, believes that the move out into the country killed off any chance of career advancement in the summer sport.

Robbie was naturally talented with any ball sport, it didn’t really matter what it was, Wyllie says. He was gifted, but also determined to succeed, very competitive and very driven in that pursuit.

The trouble was, playing in the country didn’t extend him, with Wyllie believing the lower standard than in the Town senior competition didn’t test Robbie enough or drive his development forward.

A senior cap for Canterbury did beckon, when he was picked to play Otago in a Shell Cup one-day match at Waimate at the end of 1982, but the game never finished because of rain, and washed away with it were his first-class representative aspirations.

Even appearing for Canterbury had created a conundrum for Robbie given the complexities of the strict amateur ethos that remained in rugby, while cricket endorsed professionalism.

‘A cheque for $17 arrived later from the Canterbury Cricket Association associated with my involvement in that game, but I was too scared to cash it for fear of breaking the amateur protocols that were still rigidly enforced in rugby,’ Robbie says.

While Canterbury cricket saved $17, ultimately Robbie chose to prioritise his involvement in rugby, which he felt provided a greater emphasis on the team dynamic.

‘The tipping point came later in that summer when I returned from a Canterbury B tour down south. The A side was playing a one-dayer against Central Districts out at Dudley Park in Rangiora and I drove out there for a bit to watch.

‘I couldn’t stay until the end. It was going to be a tight finish when I left, with Canterbury getting down to its lower order chasing a small target it ultimately failed to achieve.

‘I was driving back into Christchurch and just crossing the Waimakariri Bridge, when a car that was being driven by a senior player from the Canterbury team went past me.

‘The game hadn’t even finished and he’d already left the ground. That just blew me away, especially given the closeness and camaraderie I was experiencing with my rugby teams at the time.’

The decision ended any prospect of pushing on for a regular place in the Canterbury first-class squad, after he’d helped the province’s B-side to the national final that summer.

Country cricket remained, however, both with Scargill and also the Canterbury Country representative side. Country featured both of the Deans boys in its line-up in 1983 when the team headed north to take on a powerful Northland side in Whangarei for the Hawke Cup — the Ranfurly Shield of New Zealand’s minor association cricket leagues.

Bruce, a right-handed batsman and occasional leg spin bowler, had played alongside his elder brother in the Christ’s First XI as well as at Scargill.

As with the Ranfurly Shield, the format of the Hawke Cup puts the onus on the challenger to ‘take’ the trophy from the holder over the three days. ‘Victory’ is determined on the first innings should an outright success not be achieved.

For a while, the brothers appeared on course for the sporting double at Cobham Oval, having won the Shield the previous winter with Canterbury.

Batting first, a Northland side captained by veteran seamer Bob Cunis, but also featuring future test wicketkeeper and opening bat Bryan Young, made 298.

But not without some help.

The then 42-year-old Northland cricketing icon Brian Dunning made 132 of that total, although Robbie remains adamant — 30 years on — that the local favourite benefited from some ‘charity’ during his innings, courtesy of the local umpire.

‘We had him plumb lbw early on, but it was given not out,’ Robbie says. ‘The decision was so bad, we had to run him out in the end because we weren’t going to get him out any other way.’

Even so, Canterbury Country was well in the hunt for the first innings win at 106 for the loss of two, before collapsing to miss by 68, with Robbie contributing 26 batting from number seven, while Bruce made 13.

Although falling short of their own expectations with the bat, the name Deans still featured prominently on the official scorecard. Between them, the brothers took eight catches for the game as the Northland second innings batted out the remaining play.

‘It’s a great format with it all on the line in the first innings,’ Robbie says. ‘The standard of the cricket was pretty fair too, with a number of first class players involved.’

While the summer of 1983 represented Robbie’s last serious represent-ative cricketing foray, he did return for one final season with Canterbury Country following his retirement from first-class rugby in 1990.

Enjoyment aside, his motivation for a final competitive summer was a simple one: to score a representative hundred.

‘I just wanted to prove, to myself as much as anyone, that I could have achieved something if I’d stuck at it with cricket,’ Robbie explains. ‘I wanted that hundred, and eventually got it playing against Marlborough at Horton Park in Blenheim. It was a weight off. I’d got out for 97 playing against the West Coast at Dudley Park a few weeks earlier and thought I might have blown my chance.’

With the century in the scorebooks, Robbie says he ‘retired’ a happy man.

His Crusaders charges beg to differ.

As one of the architects of the hugely successful annual charity fund-raiser for the Cystic Fibrosis Association, Robbie would lead an Invitation XI against the best that the Crusaders players could offer, initially over 50 overs per side, although the format has been trimmed to 20/20 in more recent times.

Kieran Read, who made a New Zealand Under-19 tournament cricket squad himself while representing Northern Districts, says there was never anything ‘charitable’ about Robbie’s approach to the game. Citing his competitive nature, Read jokes that the Crusaders coach spent almost as much time worrying about the cricket in the lead-up as he did the pre-season rugby training. He wasn’t even beyond the odd sledge, which would be lobbed in the direction of those declared for the Crusaders XI line-up, as the game approached.

On game day itself, Read says, Robbie was easy to spot. He was the only one in full whites!

There was always banter out on the field, but the players had to be careful when Robbie was involved, Read laughs. Sledging the boss wasn’t a great move for one’s selection prospects! Not that it was all one-way.

‘Playing only once a year against a group of people that you spend a lot of time with has its challenges,’ Robbie laughs, ‘particularly if you fail, because you have to wait a full year before you get another opportunity, and the banter in between times is relentless.’

He recalls one instance in particular involving the Crusaders and All Blacks fullback Ben Blair, whose diminutive size brought him the nickname ‘Critter’, but whose talent sledging would make the average Australian test cricketer blush.

‘I dropped a relatively straightforward catch off Benny which I should have taken,’ Robbie confesses. ‘I certainly wish I had. I have never been allowed to forget it.’

Robbie did finally get his man last year when he caught Blair out during a game the pair were involved in at the picturesque Willows Cricket Club ground outside of Christchurch.

Leon MacDonald, who played Hawke Cup cricket for Marlborough himself, concurs with Read’s assessment with regards to the intensity of the competition, having taken on the task of organising the Crusaders XIs. When you combined Robbie’s competitive nature, his enthusiasm, the emphasis he has always placed on community engagement, with his love of the game, the banter and the enjoyment that flowed from it was inevitable, MacDonald says.

Without it, the event, which is now one of the biggest fundraisers for Cystic Fibrosis, wouldn’t have become such a success.

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College to Canterbury

There are few, if any, secondary school sporting events in New Zealand that can equal the interest and the history of the annual Christ’s College against Christchurch Boys’ High School First XV rugby match.

The game inevitably draws a large crowd and has often been subject to a significant amount of space in the local newspaper, Christchurch’s The Press. In more recent times it has been shown live on the nationwide rugby channel offered by New Zealand’s pay television network.

Robbie’s introduction to the contest came during his final school year in 1977, having broken into the First XV in unusual circumstances towards the end of the previous season, in time to feature in the annual quadrangular tournament Christ’s played with Nelson and Wellington Colleges as well as Wanganui Collegiate.

‘We were hosting the tournament that year so, naturally, there was heightened interest in it among everyone at school,’ Robbie recalls.

‘The coach of the first XV was Jeff Steel, who was also my geography teacher. In the lead-up to the tournament, he asked my class to help him pick the team.

‘I’m still not sure to this day as to whether he was aware that I was in the room at the time, but all of my classmates picked me. Sure enough, when the squad was named, I was in it.’

Christ’s won the tournament, which helped cement Robbie’s place in the team from the start of his final winter at the school.