The off-field politics are toxic, Wales are on a terrible run and England are flying, but everyone needs Saturday’s game to be competitive at Twickenham
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re you a Wales fan reading this on the train to London? If so, let’s huddle in tight and try to stay positive. In round one of the Six Nations everyone starts equal. There is rain around and England have a couple of significant injuries. Steve Tandy is a capable guy and there are some talented individuals at his disposal. In this grand old championship miracles have been known to happen.
C’mon boys, believe. That red jersey still represents something special. All that history, all that fabled lineage. Gareth, Gerald, Jiffy, Alun Wyn … they’re all right with you. It’s only 80 minutes and opportunity knocks. Under the radar is a useful place to be. And, look, it’s not even called Twickenham these days. Allianz Stadium could be anywhere.
How long can we keep this going? As long as you like. Because no one on either side of the Severn Bridge fancies the grisly alternative. The day a Welsh team turns up in south-west London without any passion, pride or attacking intent is the day the Six Nations loses a slice of its soul. Which is why even those supporters opposite wearing white shirts and drinking Guinness at 9am are also secretly hoping Saturday’s contest is competitive for at least an hour.
