So here we go again. The Six Nations is back and just as unpredictable as ever. Happy times and so much better than the dark days when some – mainly English journalists admittedly – argued England should always play France on the last weekend of the championship since, invariably, that would be the game that would decide the tournament.
This year’s championship is ripe with uncertainty. The fixture list does not favour France who must visit Twickenham and Lansdowne Road (I refuse to call it the “Aviva Stadium”) but England themselves, though showing signs of improvement, have won just four of their last 16 away fixtures and haven’t picked up the title since winning the World Cup in 2003. This must be frustrating for England supporters, but it has been good for this annual festival.
Tonight’s opening fixture between Wales and England is, for the rest of us, rather like the Iran-Iraq War.
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