A sad day for rugby. One more nail in the coffin of the game outside the English speaking world. As if Italy's mauling yesterday wasn't enough for one weekend.
My Dad would have been saddened. The Kiwis always had a grudging respect for French rugby. You never quite knew what the blighters might do. Well, if today's anything to go by, not a lot. If today's anything to go by, that's all gone. There was nothing remotely Gallic about the way France played today - nothing of the kind of joyous unpredictability my old man used to love and fear. They played home countries rugby, poorly.
To say the final score flatters them doesn't come close. They weren't in it, from beginning to end. Am I being unduly gloomy, or is non-Anglocentric rugby withering on the vine?