COMMENT
Rugby is the poorer for the retirement of Israel Dagg.
In a professional world of sport, where many players keep themselves under tight control, he was an outlier, perky where others were solemn, daring where others were cautious. He had a spark in the way the late great John Clarke ascribed to Phil Leishman. "Looking at him you felt he knew some great, entertaining secret, that if you were very lucky he might let you in on."
At his best, which was at the World Cup in 2011, Dagg was stunning. It was a small miracle he was even there. The injuries that would eventually end his career were already starting.
Just four months before the opening game against Tonga he was on an operating table in Christchurch, his surgeon working on his right thigh, where the muscle had almost torn away from the bone as he smacked away a clearing kick in a Super Rugby game in Cape Town.