Yozzer Sean Edward’s column in the Grauniad makes for rib-tickling reading.
Far be it from the Mole to pout about other people’s wild opinions; he’s not exactly bereft of them himself [viz the entire blog]. However, picking holes in journalists’ badly thought-through or transparently biased articles is what we do best here at Mole Towers … well, that and spelling mistakes. We’re working towards a black belt in mangled syntax as well, but that’s a tale of woe for another story.
Trawling through this article would seem to provide ample evidence that Sean’s job-hunt isn’t going as well as hoped. I’ve little doubt that he imagined the RFU would leap at the chance to sign him up following his very successful contribution to Wales’ excellent World Cup campaign and his exit from Wasps, but it hasn’t quite gone according to plan.
Maybe it’s me projecting, or maybe the RFU haven’t quite forgotten how he allegedly headbutted a fellow coach earlier this year. Hmmm.
Anyway, Sean is obviously casting around for good favor, because he predicts a fairly storming campaign for the English teams in this year’s Heineken Cup. Apparently four out of the six groups will be won by English teams, and another English team will qualify as best runners-up. Maybe this will happen – who’s to say? Here’s a rather bold prediction, though:
“Harlequins will have gained the momentum for the pre-Christmas double-header against Toulouse and … this is one of those rare years when the four-times winners don’t get to the quarter-finals.”
In the words of the late Jimmy Saville, “Now then, now then, now then.” That is some big talk. The Mole is going to make his rebuttal through a simple game called “Sean Edwards, You Are Having A Laugh”.
I’ve been generous in awarding Nick Easter the head-to-head against wither Picamoles or Sowerby, and equally so in giving Fa’asavalu the nod over Nyanga/Bouilhou. Toulouse have both a far better team, a far deeper squad, and a far better history of performance in this competition than
Dirty Leeds Harlequins. If Harlequins squeak through ahead of them I’ll be shocked.