At the end of a show of strength, everyone looked weak. Wales’s players mobilised, threatened to strike, then held their ground against an embattled governing body to claim victory. And yet it all seemed so pyrrhic.
A chastened Nigel Walker and a frustrated, embarrassed Ken Owens stood outside The Vale Resort and aired Wales’s dirty laundry. The ‘suit’ and the ‘shop-floor steward’, in just about as awkward a juxtaposition as possible.
