A WELSH dentist arrives at Murrayfield for his one and only shot at the Triple Crown when a question wings its way from a corner of the England dressing-room.
The query has nothing to do with how Derek Morgan is playing but everything to do with his unmistakably Monmouthshire accent. Ron Jacobs, the redoubtable Northampton prop, takes care not to ask it in accusatory fashion but as a novel way of reducing the tension before that final match of the 1960 Five Nations.
“Morgan,” says Jacobs through a mischievous grin. “It’s not that we mind you playing for us...