Vincent Hogan: Lumbering brawn brigade handed hell of a beating
Published 21/03/2011 | 07:46
WELL what did England expect, tossing on a prop in place of Toby Flood? A set torture of the new Lansdowne Road is a chap on the tannoy, cursed with a devotion to the visually challenged and those who've just got rocks in their heads. So he keeps them up to date on all the difficult stuff. Like keeping score.
Hence, the view that England might be the rugby equivalent of that Brooklyn cop who found a dead horse on Kosciusko Street and dragged it around to Reid Avenue because he couldn't spell Kosciusko in his report, found spectacular expression on Saturday night.
Actually, as the beer-barrel figure of Paul Doran-Jones rumbled out into the rain, we discovered that this England team was more faithful to the image of its coach than any of us had ever really fully understood.