THESE are exciting times for the Quinnell family. Son Scott moves north, enjoying a new challenge, a new international career, a new house and pounds 400,000. Dad Derek, a Welsh selector, is covered in embarrassment and confusion, and understandably goes to ground, pursued by ravening newshounds and pillars of the Welsh union establishment. Eventually he breaks cover at a charity dinner in aid of the Welsh Paraplegic and Tetraplegic Sports Association chaired by Cliff Morgan. Questions are invited from the floor. 'I would like to ask Mr Quinnell,' the first interrogator says, 'why he didn't give his son more pocket money?'