If this Six Nations has yet to produce any truly classic matches, it has at least risen above the torpor of the last couple of seasons – the three middle game weeks were appalling last season, for example. The weather has been largely favourable and the standard of play has been decent, for the most part. It has also provided us with a uniquely intriguing endgame, where four teams share the lead with two wins from the opening three games. Talk about up for grabs; any of England, France, Wales and Ireland can win it – with all this competition it’s almost like the .. err .. Five Nations used to be. The championship will almost certainly come down to two matches: England vs. Wales this weekend and France vs. Ireland, the last game in the tournament. The match in Twickenham will rule out one of England and Wales, but provided Ireland and France can overcome the might of Italy and Scotland this weekend, they’ll join them on three wins and any of three teams will go into the final weekend as potential champions.
It’s hard to call. England are probably marginal favourites. They look the best team of the series and they have home advantage in their crucial game against Wales. Wales themselves are the outsiders; they have yet to spark and look jaded, their points difference isn’t looking great and beating England in Twickenham looks tricky for them – despite them being the BEST TEAM EVER ©BBC. Ireland have looked good (admittedly at a very narrow subset of competencies i.e. technical forward play), and their points difference is very healthy, but they have to win in Paris, which almost never happens (once in our lifetime).
But here’s the bizarre bit; totally misfiring, abject, awful, bickering France are in a pretty good position. They have two games left against teams they habitually beat. This weekend they travel to Murayfield. Scotland may have won against Italy, but against the better sides they have been inept, accruing six points in aggregate against Ireland and England. Even in third gear, presumably fighting with one another and relying on Picamoles to bail them out, France should win at a canter. Then they play Ireland in Paris. The last two matches between the sides have been drawn, but playing Ireland has a habit of bringing the best out in them. Can even this rubbish French team find a faster tempo and run Ireland ragged as so many previous vintages have done? Doubtful, but you never know – Ireland have a habit of standing off the handsome Mediterraneans like a bunch of hewn demi-Gods and letting them do whatever they want – and France like nothing better, apart from maybe a spooked New Zealander in a crucial World Cup game.
Aside: we really need to get out of that habit – when the RWC15 draw was made we said we had three years to learn how to beat France – we’ve made a good start, time to follow through.
For the sake of the championship one hopes France do not win. Unless France find some inspiration from somewhere, they would be a most unworthy winner. Indeed, it looks like their win over England could be the defining result of the championship, and with the benefit of hindsight, we can now see it bordered on the freakish. England must be kicking themselves, especially after watching the tape of a mediocre Welsh side dispatch Les Bleus with ease. Against England, France raced into a somewhat fortuitous early lead as England looked jittery and tentative – Jack Nowell in particular, but the bounces of the oval ball were pretty favourable to the home side. However, England dominated the remainder of the match and were easily the superior side, fighting back to deservedly take the lead. They had the game won, until an ill-advised switch at 9 (by England, the French switch was 100% advisable) and an extraordinary, totally unexpected and really quite brilliant try from Gael Fickou stole it at the death. It was a try that never looked like coming, but it has given France something to play for, and has stopped England from racing away from the chasing pack.
What about Scotland and Italy? Last season looked like they might have taken a tentative step away from being perennial basement dwellers, but an ageing pack and still-too-young backs isn’t a good combination for Italy and useless coaching and mystifying selections isn’t working for Scotland. Transition, then, for both, a familiar state.