Having read Mister Pip, this book came as a disappointment. Half historical, half imagined, it tells of the first All Black's rugby tour of the world (mainly UK) in 1905/6. With only one defeat (to the Welsh), the tour was a huge success, with many quotes from glowing newspaper reports of the dazzling New Zealanders' play. The author relies on his imagination to fill in the personalities, thoughts and feelings of the players.
If you are a rugby expert you might gain more than I did - apart from the full-back overlapping on the wing there often seemed no better explanation of play than one player passing the ball to another and so on.... This is a shame because the book does convey a strong sense that the New Zealanders' style of play was a revolution and a revelation to the home sides.
But, going with the title, perhaps we are intended to look more on this as a study in fame. In that regard, it is interesting to note that the people of this country were as devoted to sport one hundred years ago as they are now, if not more so. En mass, they went to great lengths and great expense to see the games and, reassuringly, were happy to acknowledge the victors afterwards. This recognition left the players embarrassed and bemused - these farmers, a farrier, a shoemaker, etc. were not very media savvy! Indeed, with the whole squad consisting of 27 players, one coach and one manager; the contrast with the amount of support today's top sportsmen have is startling. At the end of the tour only about half of the team returned as a unit; injured players were left to recover more or less where they lay, relying mainly on other players remaining with them for comfort and support!
However glorious, the game statistics alone do not justify this book, nor sadly does the weak fleshing out of the characters involved. There isn't any story beyond the team moving from town to town and match to match. All of which is a shame given Jones's ability as a writer and a wonderful piece of sporting history.