No excuses. No talking around it. No questions. We. Got. Beasted.
England were a quality side ready and prepared for a genuine international. We looked like we'd been in the pub all morning and then emerged, blinking, into a packed Twickenham that just laughed at us.
The only thing that makes it worse is I now have to buy an English colleague lunch on friday as we put a small wager on the result.
bah.
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