Talk about ‘dead rubbers’. Talk about ‘blooding youngsters’. Talk about ‘protecting senior players’. Talk about ‘concentrating on the league’. Talk about sheer, red-faced, hole-in-the-ground bloody embarrassment.
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At nine o’clock on a cold January evening, heading to Stansted, trying to negotiate the A14 in pelting rain, with a view ahead of you that is basically a black wall of water with a few fuzzy red lights dotted about, you might start to question some of your life choices. I could have stayed at home and watched the game on the telly. My bank account would look a little healthier and I wouldn’t have the theme tune from Stranger Things echoing round my head.
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We’ve been saying for a while that, at some point, this Sale team will click and some poor sods are going to be on the wrong end of a hiding. Well, this was a hiding, make no mistake, but I don’t think it came from Sale ‘clicking’ as such. Or, if they did click, it was more of a ratchet than a smooth gearbox.
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an old grey dog 