The analysis of the 6 Nations: Very Van Morrison!

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The casual analysis of the first day of the tournament by Fermín de la Calle with the first level victims with the defeats of an improper Wales and a desperate England.

On Friday I went to the cinema to see ‘Belfast‘. Kenneth Brangh chokes me, but it was a modest film, childhood cinema and social content with delicious photography and Van Morrison caressing your ears Highly recommended. Hours later she saw Irelanda selection that brings together the Protestants and Catholics who persisted in the film, scrapping Welsh. The clover ones reminded me of the movie. A simple proposal that enhances its virtues and does not complicate existence. They will say, not without reason, that it is prosaic rugby, a metallic game with their back five sweeping an unfit Wales out of his jersey. With no leader on the pitch or off, every time the Welsh put the ball down, they were rolled. In addition to experimenting turning a good wing (Josh Adams) in a bad center. Wales has no plan and no leaders. Looks like Spain. The rugby and the other. The final (29-7) was the best news for the ‘dragons’ against a merciful club XV.

From Aldritt to Woki

Of France Italy, As in all the games that the ‘azzurri’ play, it is better not to draw conclusions. Italy reminds me of a poster I read in a tavern in Plocktonhidden village of the Highlands Scottish that said: “Try our soup. You won’t find a better… or worse.” It is what it is. Youth and desire, which comes to be the same. To France the rugby experts, who sprout at this time like mushrooms, hang adjectives such as bubbly, champagne, foamy… Being its bright line, the server is more interested in its forward. Where the advantages are conquered, the balls are made fast and the matches are decided. And there France has spent years forging players like Aldritt or Woki. (PS: I don’t like dupont of captain. A 9 must be in the game and the referee must look up to talk to the captain).

More entertaining, than not interesting, was the Calcutta Cup. fourth win of Scotland in five years. To the English technician, eddie jones, son of an Australian and a Japanese, he only cares about the World Cup. And that goes to the detriment of an XV of the pink who gets slapped up north for caring more about his flow with the south. English rule was overwhelming. They monopolized the almond and played in a rival field, but they looked like the Barça of the cruyffista Quique Setien. Neither a good decision nor a bad idea. Bad management doomed them and the untamed Scots won with a tumultuous play with no bin and trial of punishment after intervention of the TMO, our VAR. There was no protest because here we are more than discussing beer in hand.

But the unusual thing about the move was to see how Cowan Dickie, heeler of His Graceful Majesty, defended the rival wing. It summarizes the nonsense English and the weekend of 6 Nations in which the best were the pints, Van Morrison and see how well people do who just do what they know. Like Irelandto Scotlandand, this time, to Kenneth Brangh. Cheers and rugby!

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