Sandy Carmichael: Still in love with rugby at 71

I’M IN a pub called the Trust Inn with Sandy Carmichael, which isn’t proving auspicious because, try as I might, I can’t get the gnarled old prop forward to put his faith in your correspondent and tell all about who did it. By “it” I mean the almighty hiding he was given on the 1971 Lions tour of New Zealand. Write the name of the assailant on this beermat, I say, and I’ll only disclose it after you’re dead. He laughs like he’s been offered such a deal once or twice or 35 times before. “Nae chance,” he says, “I’m taking th…