IF Eddie Jones was not warned by his RFU minders about the pitfalls of buying a standard class rail ticket from Edinburgh to Manchester the morning after a Calcutta Cup match, then he ought to have been.
First, there was a good chance of him not getting a seat – a fellow scribe spent five hours standing from Edinburgh to St Pancras the same day – and second, he might well have found it occupied by an inebriated oaf on a mission to tell him where to stick his broken chariot.
Unfortunately, he managed to attract the attention of not just one oaf, but several – and it was acc...