This Saturday, the Six Nations begins again. It's an annual thing, and for me, an Englishman, more exciting than the Rugby World Cup that they're doing this summer.
Andy Farrell (is that right?) is back. No idea who he is, but it's probably a good thing. Jonny Wilkinson, the man many not-English people described as 'The England Rugby Team' during the last world cup (portentiously) is back. Most excitingly for me, Jason Robinson, the most intensely intense man I've ever seen charge down the wing for the England Rugby Team, is back. There was a moment right at the end of the Six Nations in 2004 where he hit the French line at a hundred miles an hour, and no one could have stopped him (but of course they did) where I saw how much you could achieve with sheer determination.
I can't wait for Saturday. Even if these aren't our finest players, they're England Rugby's biggest names (with the exception of Tetley and Carling). That's going to make a difference. Not enough for us to win this summer's world cup. Not enough for us to take the 6 nations title. But enough for me, at least, to be proud of a sporting team that bears the name England again. I hope. Which is what international sport is all about.
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Where will you be watching the first day of six nations action?
Probably at home. I'm sure you'd be welcome to come round. And I'm off to a gig in Herne Hill that evening.
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