CHRIS HEWETT
GUEST COLUMNIST

Heineken Cup rugby was once so vibrant and exhilarating – so spellbindingly good, year after year – it left nostalgia without a leg to stand on. Ah, those were the days.
Leaving aside the Farage-ist rump of the body politic, we all have Euro memories to which we cling: yes, even the Italians. Their clubs knew what it was to win matches with a degree of regularity, if not frequency, in the first decade of the tournament and as a consequence, they were seen as something more worthy than punch-drunk bums of the month. Then they blew up their own domestic str...