With Zac Guildford in the headlines for all the wrong reasons, Mark Reason, of the Dominion Post, looks at the rugby public's perception of alcohol.
"Sebastian Flyte, his body pierced by a variety of wines, leans in through the open window of Charles Ryder's college rooms and is violently sick. If only Zac Guildford had been born a fictional aristocrat.
Then he could have quaffed and chundered for New Zealand, strolled around with a disobedient teddy bear and generally had a good time without anyone caring too much.
But Guildford, despite his prettiness, is not from the Arcadian world of Evelyn Waugh's Brideshead Revisited. He cannot ask: "Ought we to be drunk every night?" and receive the rather languid reply: "Yes, I think so." Guildford is an All Black, a professional athlete. Guildford is a role model. It's a holy trinity that comes with a very confusing creed for a young man.
It's a creed that glorifies drinking and then says: "Thou shalt not". Up and down the country rugby clubs challenge each other to drinking games. Prizes are frequently spent behind the bar. You're a wimp if you can't down your pint in one. But we turn to our young All Blacks and say: "Thou shalt not"."
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