If crisis fatigue is real, then Wales must be exhausted by now. Perhaps there will come a time, some day in the far future, when they can enter a Six Nations solely concerned by what is happening on the pitch. Whether their driving maul is an effective weapon or their back three are proficient enough under a high ball to deal with an aerial bombardment.
Alas, that day is not today. Instead, they trundle to Allianz Stadium, Twickenham for what should always be mouthwatering contest against their bitterest rivals England with the depressingly usual slate of existential questions hanging over their heads. If it’s not players on the verge of striking or the Welsh Rugby Union (WRU) being embroiled in a racism, sexism, homophobia and misogyny scandal then it’s a region on the verge of being liquidated and leaving the country’s second-biggest city with no professional team.
