Friday, 3 February 2012

I bloody well love the Six Nations

Excitement. Unadulterated, irrational, gut-wrenching excitement. Every year it’s the same as the Six Nations approaches.

And this year it’s no different. Lest we forget, England go into the tournament as Six Nations champions but, the baby having been jettisoned alongside the World Cup bathwater, find themselves heading to Murrayfield (of all places) as deserved underdogs.

Meanwhile Wales travel to Ireland with not quite as many injuries as Gatland would have had us all believe, Ireland learn to live without deity in their midfield and France take on Italy with the novel approach of having picked a team of players all selected in their proper positions. Madness.

I bloody well love the Six Nations.

1 comment:

Nursedude said...

Gripping match at Murrayfield. Scotland ran hard and made several line breaks, but England's gritty defense(and some bad Scottish finishing) saved the day for England.