An anxious wait for them to find out if they are six nations champions, but England simply couldn’t have done anymore. During the week, we asked ourselves how Steve Borthwick’s side would handle the pressure of a Cardiff Cauldron, whether they could use the moment with a title.
These questions were best answered by one of the best performances in England in years. The champagne is perhaps on ice, nails that need to be squeezed while waiting and seeing if Scotland can do them a favor in Paris, but one cannot accuse the side of Steve Borthwick of not understanding their opportunity in a 10-try haunt.
There was no need for a crackling of the fingers during the 80 minutes; No reason, really, for the heartbeat to rise. An English side that was satisfied to trade bumps with an excessive opposition eventually found the dominant, dominant performance that a nation of such resources should deliver much more often. It felt like a high watermark for the Steve Borthwick era, how close to England South Africa came in a semi-final in a semi-final.
Wales, meanwhile, fall further into the pit of despair, a 17th defeat in succession all the more demoralizing, given the identity of the opposition. After seeing his team playing so decisively from their own patch, Matt Sherratt may be happy to return to the comforting cocoon of his Cardiff club. His interim lead is not too much reduced by a very, very bad day – but the permanent successor to Warren Gatland, when they arrive, has quite the work on their hands.
The comparison for England was made simpler by events in Rome, where a scratchy, sloppy Ireland could not produce the right math to increase their points difference above that of Borthwick’s side. This meant that a victory of any kind is enough that England would use the temporary table.
Cardiff was busy and alive on the city’s favorite sports day from an early age, while the home fans sing their hopeful hymns and arias, and wanted the Welsh down to end. 16 consecutive defeats suggested little reason for confidence, but there was a strange feeling that it was one of that Days: Scott Gibbs in Wembley In 1999, Gavin Henson shaved away in 2005. How wrong they were.
The perfect lead of the late, Great Eddie Butler provided further optimistic undertones before the kick -off, but it only took a few minutes to hope to punk the home. Maro Itoje revealed during the week that he filled the time during the national anthem of the opposition visualizing how the opening minutes will play; If not, through a beautiful version of ‘Hen Wlad Fy Nhadau’, the English captain would surely manifest exactly this beginning.
After a fine England easily granted in the Welsh 22, a Nifty Maul maneuver room created on the edge. There was a suspicion that the ball came up to Itoje, but the officials saw no reason to leave the score as soon as the visiting captain had penetrated within three minutes.
So much for a Cardiff -Cacophony; England silenced the crowd. The home fans thought they had five minutes later reason to rejoice, but Blair Murray’s effort was called back for a foreign countries. Instead, the prevailing chorus was that of sweet wagons when Tom Roebuck, impressive on his first international beginning, carried a defender home to a wide pace of Fin Smith.
So far, so good for England, although a disaster has soon threatened to strike. Ollie Chessum tapped, steam rising from a reddish face past his scarlet curls as he liked the needle and needle. But the lock himself did an evil after starting in a howitzer tackle on Ben Thomas with Borthwick Eschewing Specialist Lock Cover on a fat bank, Chandler Cunningham-South 60 minutes had to go in a engine room where he was not completely known.
Chessum’s departure gave Wales a short lift. Murray appeared to go home for an opportunistic score to just turn in some way through a remarkable branch of Luke Cowan-Dickie, a piece of single just enough to send the fullback on the floor. It felt an appropriate image for a game where Wales couldn’t find their foot.
Thomas dropped under the sticks after a strong lineout to at least get the hosts on the board, but it didn’t take long until England kicked out of sight. Freeman’s history-making moment came at 35 minutes, the Wing-Cum Center that uses sharp work by club colleagues Smith and Fraser Dingwall, along with another bright and burly-rubbed of Roebuck, to complete the set and become the first Englishman who is registered in a single Six Nations campaign in all five matches. When Cunningham-South was based on a few moments later, the bonus point was in the bag.
Everything came up Rose; The Narcis leaves wilted. The head of Ellis Genge releases Dingwall for free, which will allow Stuart to mark his 50th cap and a good tournament with a neat effort. Despite the various Six Nations States of the couple, five tries in the first half and an advantage of 26 points would have felt impervious.
Wales returned from a similar deficit in the half -time against Scotland seven days before, but one felt that the title of Chasers would retain their focus rather than Gregor Townsend’s clan. With Ben Earl and the curry twin detecting like hyenas – every turnover and tackle that seems to bring an excited shit – Wales simply couldn’t find their flow. An early chance in the second half came and went when Max Llewellyn and Aaron Wainwright endeavored to fumble Ellis’s ambitious discharge.
England was forced into another contingency plan, and Earl moved to the centers after an injury to Freeman and Henry Pollock for a debut in the back row. The circumstances could not have been better to investigate the strategy, given the control of the competition. Daly followed the lead of Genge with a head aid when Alex Mitchell picked up the loose ball to score. Pollock made it a wonderful seven tries; Joe Heyes, a Tighthead replacement, brought the 50 with a look at disbelief. He was not alone.
A Consolation of Thomas was rejected immediately, as the extremely exciting Pollock scrapped a second for a second, and England was still nine on cloud, even when Cunningham-South made it ten tries. The Principment Stadium will be held ready for a possible English victory, while the players of their hotel return to take the trophy on their way as France lacks. Regardless of the result in Paris, England has something to celebrate to sign off in such a style.
