I hope that the French implode in turmoil rather than trying to prove a point to Lievremont.
From Gwladrugby
There are currently two kinds of people in Wales; those who are already fearing a beating from France and set for a week of utter nervous torment, and those who have embraced the teachings of the Optimism Gnome and are set for a week of delirious adrenalin-fuelled over-exuberance punctuated by occasional calls to ambulance staff to administer sedatives or slaps, and some involuntary weeing.
I’m currently veering randomly between the two.