Montpellier and Castres will be in action this weekend against Irish opposition; both at the same time in fact, which is very convenient for those who might have a passing interest in both matches.
Montpellier pose a significant threat to Ulster’s hopes of qualification. They’re a beastly team with a mean pack of forwards and when they bring their A game they’re as unplayable as the best French sides. They never quite bring the same energy on the road with them, but hey, plus ca change, plus ca meme chose and all that. Hey Gerry, get off our typewriter!
The way the French typically set up their back five and operate their lineout is very different to Irish teams. Their second rows are designed primarily with scrummaging and mauling in mind, with a side order of lifting – yes, lifting, not jumping – in the lineout. In the winter months, the Top Quatorze turns into a slog, invariably decided by penalties, so having a hefty scrum to milk the opposition for three pointers is seen as de rigeur. So the French think nothing of picking two of what we would call ‘tighthead locks’, the oversized granite-hewn chaps that add heft to the scrum and maul. For Ireland think Mike McCarthy or Donncha O’Callaghan, though in France Donners would probably be considered underpowered. For the French, think classical baby-munchers like Lionel Nallet and Romain Millo-Chluski. Both top out at 195cm, below the 1.99m mark that is almost considered minimum for the role in Ireland. Clermont’s gruesome twosome of Jamie Cudmore and Nathan Hines are old and not particularly tall or athletic in the lineout, but bleedin’ heck, what a lot of grunt they add to the team in the tight.
This weekend Castres will line out (assuming they bring their A-team, which they probably won’t, but anyway) with Richie Gray and Uruguayan behemoth Capo Ortega in the second row. Gray is a decent lienout jumper, in spite of his size, but don’t expect to see the burly 195cm Ortega get in the air too much. At the weekend they won five lineouts, but only one of those won by Gray, while Ortega took none.
Same goes for Montpellier, who will have to try and get all 124kg of Jim Hamilton off the ground a few times, but the 134kg Robins Tchale-Watchou will be positively earthbound throughout.
So who catches the ball in the lineout, then? The chaps in the backrow, that’s who. Most French teams contain a light, athletic backrow who they can fling in the air with ease, and who runs the lineout. The model performer in this role has been Julien Bonnaire, who has ruled the skies for eons for both France and Clermont Auvergne. Toulouse’s unsung hero Jean Bouilhou was their lineout specialist even when Fabian Pelous was around. Imanol Harinordoquy’s lineout skills are almost unparalleled in world rugby – some of his one-handed takes are to die for. Montpellier’s main lineout man is the exceptionally athletic Fulgence Ouedraogo. Though not especially tall, he has an extraordinarily springy leap and at 102kg he can be flung miles into the air. He’ll pose Ulster massive problems at lineout time this weekend. Each of the Castres backrow caught a lineout against Northampton and between them they stole two of Northampton’s throws.
For Ireland, picking a second row of, say, Dan Tuohy and Mike McCarthy would be unthinkable; too unbalanced. Where’s the lineout man? If Peter O’Mahony and Kevin McLaughlin were French, they’d probably be the main lineout callers in their teams. Both are tall, springy and athletic and are great catchers when in the air. More interestingly, and it’s a point Demented Mole has made before, if Tony Buckley were French he would never have been converted from the second row to prop. At 196cm and a whopping (according to Wikipedia) 138kg, he could hardly be expected to catch much lineout ball, but that would be no barrier to success if he had the likes of Ouedraogo around him. Buckley’s decision to convert to front row was no doubt a result of Ireland’s dearth in that area, while locks would have been in abundance. Had those around him been able to forecast how the scrum dynamics would shift (almost impossible, unfortunately), and how important all-conquering power in the engine room would become, it would probably never have come to pass. Buckley’s career has been mired by an inability to master the technicalities of scrummaging; in a parallel universe somewhere he’s lording it up, dishing the hurt out with his sheer bulk in the second row.