PETER JACKSON
Before the Scarlet champions could go out on the town in Dublin last Saturday night, Munster sent a congratulatory note to their dressing-room. “We knew what game you were going to play,” it said. “And we still couldn’t stop you.”
The collective message from opponents beaten like no team in a PRO12 final had been beaten before provided due recognition of the Scarlets as the new force in Celtic rugby. For one man in particular it amounted to the ultimate approval of a job thoroughly well done.
True champions have a capacity for boxing clever. That ...