The 2009 Six Nations were a tournament to forget, unless you were Irish. The boys in green won their first grand slam for sixty years, but in the same manner as a player who has just received an interception pass and can’t quite believe he’s clear of the pack. Then there were the games marred by endless full-back to full-back kicking, and navel-gazing that suggested that English rugby was in decline – a powerful impression belied by their second place finish.
Then came the Lions tour – the saving grace of the Northern Hemisphere – and suddenly this year’s Championship is a feast of running rugby. The seventh grand slam in the past decade and France’s third in the same space of time will be remembered as a triumph for Gallic incaution on the part of their three-quarters and the commanding petit general, Morgan Parra (all-running, all-dancing, all-kicking French number 9’s are as much a French tradition as Emperors, African football players and riots). But more importantly it was the year they stopped le tinkerman stopped changing his team, France sorted out their defence and indiscipline and finally out-thought England in the scrum.
Perhaps the momentum afforded by five games instead of four is overwhelming, but once the battle for the Championship was effectively over, the rest of the tournament became far less predictable. Scotland’s late win over Ireland was a triumph for a team reinvigorated by a breath of fresh management but who themselves were turned over by the increasingly tough-minded Italians.
Then there were the Welsh, wholly unpredictable in themselves. The Welsh have won two Six Nations grand slams, in 2005 and 2008, but have been in indifferent form in 2010. That’s not to say that they aren’t entertaining. In fact, the growth and growth of Stephen Jones as a player (perhaps the Lions influence again) has given them renewed determination to fling the ball around with abandon. After upsetting Scotland at the death and giving France a run for their money (having gifted them an unassailable lead), they routed Italy yesterday. But they also left it to the last game to score their first first-half try, giving the impression that they can’t quite manage temperate. Stragely, given the Lions’ reliance on Jamie Roberts, it appears that his influence is outweiged by James Hook, who along with Shane Williams seems to be at the centre of everything Wales do.
If Stephen Jones was the fly-half of the tournament, Dan Parks and Jonathan Sexton also deserve some commendation. Parks has stepped into the void left by Chris Patterson’s injury and become no less talismanic, winning three Man of the Match awards. It was he who put the final damper on Croke Park with a great tactical kick that forced the penalty he won the match with in the 79th minute. Then there was Jonathan Sexton, whose pace put him into a gap in the first half Ronan O’Gara would probably have kicked into, and led to the first try. It was cruel then, that his placekicking cost Ireland the Triple Crown but he had the bravery to tell ROG to wait on the sidelines until he had improved his percentage. Luckily, he scored.
Italy seem to be settled with Craig Gower in the first receiver position, but England are at a total loss, dropping Jonny Wilkinson for the lack of inspiration in the English backs, only to recall him when five points behind. It speaks volumes that they will fall back on a kicking game, but England looked far more solid with ball in hand. Indeed, it was only the rain that disrupted the game plan and by the final quarter it had eased off.
Championships are often more memorable for the moments provided by flying (or hopeless) backs but this year belonged as much to the back row forwards. France’s tackled everything, Scotland’s seemed to make all the ground and even Ireland’s seemed to come to the fore when all else failed yesterday. England’s were ineffectual – with only five turnovers in the whole tournament, while one of Wales’ was found in a golf buggy on the hard shoulder (offering a joke that denies Sam Warburton an honourable mention).
France combined a bit of everything good about Northern Hemisphere rugby (have they benefitted from the exodus of English players to France?), and as such are worthy wingers. Most will say so-much-the-better that they did it with a bit of flair, but all-in-all, Northern Hemisphere rugby is once more in rude health and seems to be in the process of rediscovering itself. Unfortunately, only when it comes into direct contact with the South can the improvement be fairly measured. This autumn will therefore be an interesting precursor to the World Cup, at which point, all bets are off.
