If your children, your friends, your uncles or your grandmother still ask you what rugby is, this sport of brutes practiced by gentlemen whose rules you don’t understand, you finally have a ready-made answer: look at Thibaud Flame. At Twickenham this Saturday, March 11, in the temple of English rugby, the second line of the Blues recited this sport like never before in front of the people who invented it. At 25, for his 15th selection, for 80 minutes, once again, the Toulousain did everything, very well.
