We should be casting our eyes over the runners and riders, perusing the comings and goings, drawing up our projected finishing orders, semi-finalists, winners.
We should be arguing with alacrity over all of the above, dismissing each other’s opinions as worthless. Have you ever actually played the game?
You don’t know what you’re talking about. All the usual brickbats any self-respecting sport rings out with at this time of year.
Instead, we approach the new season of English rugby, 25 years after the Premiership was minted, with a sick feeling in the stomach.
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