âThis is all just ridiculous. I have felt the attention building since 2010,
when the World Cup was in this country. Now I receive messages saying: âYou
have my daughter wanting to play rugbyâ.â
It is said of Scarratt that she can be the sisterhoodâs Jonny Wilkinson, in
light of her decisive contribution in the final, but she much prefers the
parallels with Brian OâDriscoll. âOh, I donât mind those at all,â she says,
laughing. âWeâre very similarly minded as players. We both like to kick the
ball, we both try to release our wingers. I hope, too, that Iâm a bit of a
calm head in the back line, keeping everyone at an even temperament in
pressurised situations.â Any attributes she would like to be defined by?
âOh, wow. Iâd like to think I run some reasonably good lines â hard, direct,
bursting through the gaps.â
Glory moment: Emily Scarratt scores in the World Cup final
Far more than a stabilising force, Scarratt was the top scorer of the
tournament, with 70 points. Heralded by England captain Katy Mclean, a
fellow teacher, as a âphenomenal, world-classâ talent, the 24âyearâold is
also formidably versatile, combining her accomplishments in the 15âwoman
game with an aspiration to represent her country in sevens when the sport
makes its debut at the Rio Olympics.
For now, however, the priority is her pupils. One of her class graduated last
year to the Leicester academy, barely 10 miles from the Scarrattsâ Desford
farm. She claims, modestly: âThe improvement that you see in them is far
more rewarding.â
Her upbringing in this bucolic idyll, deep in the selfâstyled âHeart of
Englandâ, ultimately proved conducive to the overt physicality that has been
her stock in trade ever since. âMy dad was born here, the third generation
of farmers, and this has been the family home all the time I have been
alive,â she explains. âWe couldnât just wander to the local park, but weâre
very fortunate in terms of the space we have around us. I remember throwing
a tennis ball around the house to burn off some energy.
On target: Emily Scarratt lines up a kick at goal
âI canât confess the farming itself was a big occupation, but Iâve loved being
able to help. When I was younger, I would collect the potatoes. Last year, I
was out on the round-bailer after I came back from a tour of New Zealand.
Sometimes itâs restful just to sit on a tractor and bomb around a field.â
The assimilation into rugby began when Scarratt was seven, when, in an escape
from her harvesting duties, she would follow her elder brother Joe to his
local rugby classes. Seventeen years ago, the womenâs game remained a remote
and marginalised province, hidebound by stubborn stereotypes. Indeed, it was
not until the 1998 World Cup in Holland that the premier competition
received any television coverage. Scarratt, placing her love of the sportâs
athleticism above any fear of shuddering hits, did not allow the
preconceptions to deter her.
On the run: Emily Scarratt makes a trademark break against Canada
âFor me, and even more so for my mum and dad, this has never been about making
a living, or choosing the sport that would gain you most exposure. It has
genuinely been about doing what I love to do, because otherwise, whatâs the
point? When I first started playing, I was the only girl in the team most of
the time, and I had to play with the boys.
âAmong the girls, nobody else was playing at such a high level. But until I
was 15, and called to the Under-20 trials, it never even occurred to me that
I might represent England. It just all steamrollered in that direction.â
If Scarratt is at all bothered by the prominent graze on her right wrist, her
only visible war wound from five weeks of confrontation on Parisian fields,
she does not let it show. âInjury-wise, Iâve been very lucky. Iâve never had
anything too serious. We all learn how to tackle, how to fall properly. We
go to the gym, build up strength, so we can deal with contact situations.â
Winning feeling: England celebrate in the World Cup final in Paris
By far the greater anxiety for Scarratt is the conundrum of juggling work
commitments with her duties as Englandâs talismanic star. She freely
concedes she would âspiral into a panicâ if her employers were not more
empathetic. And yet she neatly learned to master this dual existence during
her student days at Leeds Met, where she read for a degree in sports science
and once took her dissertation materials with her to a Six Nations training
camp in Ireland. âI would be sitting there whenever I had a spare moment,
plotting all my graphs and working out my standard deviations,â she recalls.
Hypothetically, she craves nothing more than to make rugby her primary
focus, acknowledging: âIf you offered me the chance to play professionally
tomorrow, then I would definitely take it.â
Realistically, the dawn of the professional era is unlikely to come until
after she has ceased playing, but a World Cup victory â one that even drew
recognition from the Prime Minister on his holiday in Cornwall â casts
Scarratt and her team-mates in the role of trailblazers.
It is a responsibility that she is happy to embrace. âIf it inspires young
girls to pick up a rugby ball, and if it means more clubs want to introduce
girlsâ sections, that is brilliant. All we can do is to continue elevating
the profile. A lot of people didnât even know we existed beforehand.â
Scarratt, having formed part of the team defeated by New Zealand in the 2010
final at Twickenham, is determined for this euphoric sensation not to end.
Asked if England are capable of cementing their pre-eminence after
vanquishing the Canadians, she replies: âThatâs what all of us are working
towards. Itâs about dominating rugby, rather than having your name once on a
cup. Itâs the ultimate goal.â
If ever her passion should drift through the sopping-wet winter sessions ahead
on the King Edwardâs pitches, this ambition alone ought to sustain her.
Article source: http://www.bristolpost.co.uk/Exeter-Chiefs-confirm-departure-Bristol-Rugby/story-21147665-detail/story.html
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