Strangely enough, Cliff Morgan was never entirely satisfied with the 48 words of television commentary that earned him his place in sport's eternal memory, even though his rolling, length-of-the-field description of Gareth Edwards' joyous score for the Barbarians against the unsmiling All Blacks in 1973 was the quintessence of Welsh rugby romance.
The account would not have been bettered had Richard Burton himself grabbed the microphone and sung the try's praises in the poetic cadences of Dylan Thomas.
The last three words "What a score!" were the ones that bugged him, on the grounds that they were both trite and unnecessary. The cricket commentator Richie Benaud, one of Morgan's few peers in the broadcasting box, might well have agreed with him, for it was the Australian who built a career on the principle that silences spoke volumes.
But we can surely agree, now that Morgan has passed away after a long illness, how cruel it is that he, of all people, should have been afflicted by a cancer of the vocal cords. In those few seconds early in the most celebrated of all rugby matches, illuminated by Phil Bennett and John Dawes and the rest, Morgan found himself paying homage on the hoof to a sublime act of sporting adventure and doing it justice
In doing so, he spoke in the way he had played, for both Wales and the Lions: with perfect timing, a sense of wonder and a generous spirit. That generosity was at his core. "I was thrilled to be able to convey something of the atmosphere to a live audience in New Zealand, as well as Great Britain," he said of his commentary.