So another Six Nations has come and gone. This was a good one, despite the glut of sendings-off and the occasional sighting of the lesser spotted caterpillar ruck.
If an England team had been in the shoes the French found themselves filling last night and had played with the disresepectful attitude they betrayed, there would have been the loud (and for once justified) cries of 'English arrogance'. So instead we had French hauteur. First earn yourself the right to chase points, first win the game lads. Thus in the last chaotic minutes of the match I abandoned my neutrality and cheered on the Scots. I've always had an admiration for Gregor Townsend and he is making an impressive lot out of his limited resources. But, mon Dieu, what the bloody hell was Brice Dulin thinking when he failed to put the ball out to end the match.
And, yes, on sober reflection, I still think Jones must go.
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