I’m going to go out on a limb and assume that someone, somewhere in the bowels of Premiership Rugby, has an inkling of what is happening regarding the league tables and qualification for the semi-finals. I’m pretty sure that nobody else has the faintest clue.
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See? I told you. I told you. What did I say last week? “It’s really hard to shake off the feeling that the bubble is going to burst any second, that we’re going to come up against a team that we just can’t handle and that’ll be it, back to scrapping just outside the top four again.”
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Commentator: “Esterhuizen is immense in the centres – a real wrecking ball”.
Manu: “Hi, my name’s Manu. Have we met?”
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There comes a point as a supporter (usually when the cold has consigned your toes to a distant memory) when you find yourself wondering why on earth you actually pay good money for this. But there are also those times (often in the same game) when you say this is why I pay good money to be here.
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I call them ‘meringue games’: a big win, looks good, but somewhat unsatisfying. When the opposition isn’t up for it, or has essentially surrendered before the start, it takes the gloss off of what should be a celebration.
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OK, it looks like losing is an option. Two defeats and we’re out of the top four for the first time this season. Will it, ultimately, be worth the experiment?
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It is a truth universally acknowledged that the final of any competition in any sport is rarely a showcase for the finer aspects of that sport. Or, to put it another way, finals are usually crap.
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Getting too excited about something carries its own danger: the thing may not live up to the hype, and the feeling of deflation is even more pronounced than than would otherwise be the case. It wasn’t actually Sale losing that got me down, although I felt this was probably their best chance to do one on Quins at The Stoop in ages. No, what left me feeling flatter than a week-old pint was the sheer, turgid dreadfulness of the whole thing.
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