Just in case you missed us the first time, it looked something like this...Leicester Pens: A Goode (2)
Ospreys Tries: A Bishop AW Jones Cons: J Hook (2) Pens: J Hook (3)
Wales will be adopting Twickenham after homing in for their second triumph in barely over as many months following the Ospreys domineering display against a toothless Tigers.
The day couldn’t have started worse for the Tigers, arriving 20 minutes late, and considering they were only based in Chiswick, which is only a 6 mile journey at best, let’s hope the pizza’s were worth it.
Just like the last Welsh team to visit Twickenham, the Ospreys scrapped, bullied, pinched and begged for every last inch.
Uncharacteristically generous around the fringes, the Tigers were charitable missing tackles, spilling ball and more clinically not clearing their lines.
Harry Ellis and Johne Murphy apart, the Tigers put in another of those final-day shockers – First, it was Sale, then Wasps, before adding the Ospreys to a worryingly growing list.
Once upon a time, there was such a thing as Tigerphobia. From 1-15, each player carried an aura that reeked of Greek heroism but without disrespecting useful squad players such as Ben Herring, Christophe Laussucq and Boris Stankovich, Jacqui Stallone’s face turns more heads.
Inspirational captain Ryan Jones charged his battery from the front alongside the irrepressible man-of-the-match Marty Holah and rampaging kiwi Filo Tiatia, they energised all of those fond recent memories to power the Ospreys to victory.
Both coaches displayed differing facial expressions at the post-match press conference. Lyn Jones, jubilant albeit frustrated by the politics surrounding his position and the east meets west Welsh divide.
It’s handy Marcelo Loffreda still hasn’t grasped the full English vocabulary for he would’ve been given a grilling about handling expectation – Leicester Tigers are not Argentina and second best just isn’t acceptable.
If Lee Byrne adores Twickenham, Andy Goode loathes Rugby HQ. The full-back’s sweeping counter started the move for Alun Wyn Jones’ try while Goode’s form was much like the West London weather – variable and off-colour.
Andrew Bishop stepped in for Gavin Henson and it was the centre’s fleet of foot combined with some flimsy tackling from Messrs Chuter and Goode that opened the floodgates for the first of two scores.
Richmond hosted even more Welsh celebrations while you only had to look at the two disgusted Leicester Tom’s, Croft and Varndell, to realise that the dressing room’s about as happy as Northern Rock’s shareholders.