IN REVIEWING the third round of Guinness Six Nations matches, I thought I would start by shovelling the shite into a corner and carting it away. That Under-20s game on Friday night stunk to high heaven. Not that I watched it all, I bailed-out at half-time, I had already realised, even with 14 men, the French were too-good for us and our team already had that well-beaten look about it.
I returned to see the final few minutes, switching over just as the French replacement collected their second red card of the game. I have been impressed by referee Clara Munarini on previous viewings. As we say down here in God's County: she is not a wummin you would want to take home a broken pay poke, but, she knows her job.
I thought she got the first red wrong. It looked to me like the sort of unfortunate accident which happens now and again, two players, going flat-out and running into each other. The clash of ehads happened, but, it wasn't to me, anything other than a “rugby incident.” For me, no penalty, far-less a card; re-start play with a scrum to Scotland.
The long debate and the decision to send off the French player was, I feel, a result of today's “blame culture,” something happened which shouldn't have, so, somebody must be to blame and have to pay the penalty.
Shite happens, live with it.
The second red, however, was a red card every day of the week, and twice on Sunday. That one, Ms Munarini got spot-on.
Can I, in closing the chapter on a bad night in Edinburgh, repeat my plea – can the SRU please hire a good line-out coach to sort out what is a top-to-bottom shambles with our representative teams. They could start by getting Scott MacLeod from Newcastle Falcons.
WHERE TO BEGIN re the big game on Saturday?
Nae disgrace in losing to what might be currently the best team in the world, but two tries to six – that's a bit hard to take. It was another bad day at the office for us. Maybe a six out of ten, which while it might be good enough to see-off England, isn't good enough against a really good team. Some thoughts:
Hoggy holds that Chris Harris pass just before half-time, then scores – different game. I don't blame Harris for trying it, but, the shorter, and safer pass, to Ali Price, would still, I feel, have seen us score. On such narrow margins do games turn.
Then, France score two tries, either side of the break and we're chasing the game.
We do not seem able to off-load, as well or as often as the other sides. This failing means we are not creating opportunities for the sort of broken field running which suits Finn, Hoggy and Duhan VDM.
Our pack lacks oomph and physicality at this level.
Blair Kinghorn never has been, is not and never will be an international class ten.
Karl Dickson never has been, is not and never will be an international-class referee. Some of his decisions defied logic. But, he wasn't a factor in our defeat.
Did you ever think Finn Russell could be replaced when not injured, and the commentators are not over the decision like a rash?
OK, the magic wasn't there, but – who else brings as much to the table at ten?
France do score some sublime tries.
It was good to see our Olympic medal-winning curlers there as guests of the SRU.
It was also good to see wee Hollie Davidson on fourth referee duties.
President Ian Barr is proper hard – no anorak on. Respect.
I think we might be in bother in Rome.
The Footballing Tartan Army's motto is: “With Scotland, it's the hope that kills.” That is even-more true of the Rugby Tartan Army.
ENGLAND v WALES was pure dead boring; two average teams not even playing average rugby. England didn't win convincingly, so it was all the fault of the Scottish referee. Wales lost – because of the Scottish referee – yawn.
For me, Engalnd v Wales is the game you want both sides to lose. The commentators were, as always, terrible. I really must stop watching this pish, it does my head in.
THE controversial moment, apparently was in the lead-up to the solitary England try, with the Welsh complaining loud and long that Maro Itoje had done a number on Adam Beard, preventing him from jumping. Jeez, one wonders what today's line-out exponents would have made of the guerilla warfare of the lines-out of 50 years ago, when anything went.
I recently spoke with former Scotland number eight Alasdair Boyle, who recalled playing in what is now known as the Colin Meads Game in 1967. Alasdair remembers: “Pringle Fisher won the first three balls thrown long, next line out, two All Blacks punch him.” Or how, after he had ruled the air ways in his first Test for the Lions, the Third Test in 1971, in the Fourth Test, first line-out, Gordon Brown was held down by Alistair Hopkinson, while Peter Whiting punched him. Back then, you policed your own lines-out.
But, to return to England v Wales. How about this for a left-field (no, not you Jim) thought? Might Wayne Pivac be a coaching genius, able to take a bunch of average players and make them bring their opposition down to their average level. While they might win a few, they will also lose a few, but, they will not take rugby forward.
I mean, the London media keeps telling us this England team is special, only, they're not exactly showing this.
IRELAND v ITALY was spoilt as a contest by the red card p which will become a text-book example of the Law of Unintended Consequences. I can understand the reason for the Law stating you have to go down to 13 men when uncontested scrums come into play, but, it didn't help the integrity of the game or the spectacle.
Italy came out of the game with all the credit and I have got a bad feeling about our trip to Rome in two weeks' time.
FINALLY – courtesy of my old sparring partner: Stephen Jones of the Sunday Times, or – Jones the Englishman as I prefer to call him, who wrote: “England were reasonable. They have negotiated rather shakily the second division of this Six Nations but as we had seen during the France-Scotland game, division one is a completely different proposition.”
Your memory is clearly going Jonesie old boy – who won the Calcutta Cup?