Friday, 3 February 2012
I bloody well love the Six Nations
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.