Just when you think they might be losing a bit of their mojo, languishing down in fourth place, eight points off the top, Saracens remind us of one of English rugby’s seemingly eternal truths. They are the best team in it. By quite a way.
Another hiding was meted out, in front of a crowd of 60,000, against some hapless stooges or other. That the stooges in question were Harlequins, riding high until then in second place, apparent title contenders, simply underlined the reality of Saracens’ dominance of this era of English rugby.
