The Six Nations is upon us once more and as rugby’s favourite carnival rolls across the capitals there will be the usual debates about the style of play on offer.
Will we grin and bear games of grunt and attrition or thrill to the chic and cheek of a French attack from behind their own posts? Will we endure Celtic kick-fests or the joy of jinking? Can we savour a dash of panache alongside the power – flair and fleet feet as well as brute force?
What does it matter as long as we win, you may say. Yet one rugby icon whose legacy is being celebrated this week proved the manner of the victory was integral to the triumph.
