AS I sit here watching Wales and France in Cardiff tonight, my thoughts turn to The Big One tomorrow. Aye, Ireland’s tenant farmer eggchasers pitch up to Rugby HQ tomorrow destined for a sound thrashing at the hands of England’s landowning rugger chaps.
I hear that Brian O’Driscoll has a bit of an injury and is struggling to make it. It would have to be a bit of a broken leg to keep him out, though I’ll be praying to the rugby Gods that a hamstring twang will do the trick. If England can remember the actual point of the game and stop kicking the damned ball straight to the opposition at every opportunity, home advantage will give them the edge.
If they revert to type (catch ball, react as if hair’s on fire, boot ball away), Ireland’s back three might have a field day.
England by five.