Let’s get the one non-upset out of the way first. Despite a promising start Montpellier never really had enough to deal with Clermont, many people’s favourite for the trophy. A team that some seasoned observers have said has it all. A monstrous scrum, powerful elusive backs all controlled by the magnificent Morgan Parra, a combination many think is simply unstoppable.
So let’s move on to the first of the weekend’s upsets. Despite being in a run of form so limp it needed to walk with a stick, Ulster were deemed to have turned the corner and were returning to the storming form they were showing before the Six Nations. Heavy favourites to turn over the stodgy, one-dimensional leaders of the Aviva Premiership.
Saracens, on the other hand, were playing away from their new home stadium where they had started to show signs of back play.
Come the match, Ulster’s scrum utterly dominated Sarries, splintering it numerous times. Cowardly, Sarries took this as a cue to rein in their game and play the percentages. This hideous act of anti-rugby, was enough to stymie Ulster’s all-round game and the upset was complete.
Moving on to Sunday. Quins surely just had to turn up and play their usual fast offloading game and all would be well. Paul O’Connell had other ideas. An overwhelmingly, and to this correspondent’s eyes and ears, horribly Quins biased media, were trying their best to paint a picture of English superiority, but it was obvious to all who watched, that, clearly, Quins arrogance had left them unprepared for the challenge, and Munster heroically made them pay.
Last and least. Purely because I had to keep leaving the TV every time “Master” or “apprentice” was mentioned. Due to this, I barely saw any of the action. When I did get back to the TV, I then had to leave again due to overuse of Old v Young. A truly horrendous weekend’s rugby commentary had reached it’s nadir.
I read that Tigers lost. The Master, defeating the apprentice.