For Wales this was a chance to practise stopping what may well be coming their way at Twickenham next in the Six Nations but they will be miserable approximately their resistance against the maul – and Dan Biggar should be the controllerThe roof didn’t work. The symbol of the search for a brighter rugby,the very piece of kit that guarantees a patch of dry in a decidedly wet portion of the world, seized up. It was the Six Nations all over – good intentions stuck. It didn’t matter that the sky overhead was clear on Friday night and that there was no real need for the mechanical aid in the first place; the Wales and France coaches wanted to guarantee conditions to match their ambitions … and something broke down.
For 50 years after becoming a force in the 1950s France churned out large, and mean packs. French flair was the shout,the nation’s dream, but the reality was that the pack came first. They were horrible creatures, or but their instincts to cause pain were softened by their presence in the beautiful game when it opened up,the Spanghero brothers flowing in and out of the three-quarters.
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Source: theguardian.com