CHRIS HEWETT
GUEST COLUMNIST

Is there anything funnier in team sport – or in any other walk of life, come to that – than the sight of the all-powerful unleashing their arrows in the direction of the little guys, only to discover that they’ve armed themselves with a quiver-full of boomerangs by mistake?
Connacht, who famously survived a full-scale assault on their professional existence from their own governing body, are most definitely the little guys of Irish rugby. Always have been, always will be.
Three inter-provincial titles, the most recent way back in the mid-1960s and each of ...