Southport, Merseyside
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Wet
Betws-y-Coed, Wales
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Park
Dunham Massey, Cheshire
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View from the south stand: Sale 39 London Irish 0
When you’re still having to pinch yourself to prove that, yes, we really are second in the table, it seems a little churlish to be greedily anticipating the possibility of going top. Even if only for 18 hours.
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View from the armchair: Gloucester 17 Sale 23
Second in the table. Say it again: second. In the table. Halfway through the season (is it really only halfway?) and, without ever being consistent, Sale find themselves—almost apologetically—in nosebleed territory.
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View from the south stand: Sale 36 Leicester 3
It’s a strange feeling when Leicester come calling and you greet most of the team announcement with “who?” — I’m much more used to a feeling of rising dread as fearsome name after fearsome name is listed, even on a 6 Nations’ weekend. How the mighty have fallen.
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View from the south stand: Sale Sharks 28 Saracens 7
The bookies had Sale at between 1–20 and 1–30 to win this match, so expectations were high that a strong Sale team could put a 2nd-choice (but certainly not rabbits) Saracens to the sword. And, for twenty minutes, it looked as if the bookies may have erred on the cautious side, as Sale scored their first try inside of two minutes and, by the 18th minute, had added two more for a 21–0 lead.
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View from the south stand: Sale 7 Glasgow 45
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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Weekend away
La Rochelle, France
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Vue depuis la tribune: La Rochelle 30 Sale 23
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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