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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