Toulouse – Leinster – “All the gold in the world”: Midol’s opinion after the Champions Cup final

Toulouse – Leinster – “All the gold in the world”: Midol’s opinion after the Champions Cup final
Toulouse – Leinster – “All the gold in the world”: Midol’s opinion after the Champions Cup final

At Tottenham, two of the most prolific teams since the start of the Champions Cup met in the final. If, at the end, there were only two flattened tries in the London suburbs, we nevertheless gained a monumental foothold in this last match of the transcontinental competition…

There was what the figures said, before kick-off: Stade Toulouse averaged 6.5 tries per match while Leinster, for its part, had so far flattened 4 in each of its matches. What should we have expected, in this London suburb with dirty sidewalks and in places gutted, this part of the capital where Tottenham’s ultra-modern vessel even embodied a total incongruity? At a carnival, entrechats and so many arabesques?

And then, there was the truth on the ground, what was dictated by the very nature of this match which, as is always the case in the biggest finals, was obviously decided on the conviction placed in their defensive work by both sides. the others: here, on the Irish penetrating maul reduced to dust by the arms of Emmanuel Meafou and the cunning of François Cros; there, in Santiago Chocobares’ ankle tackle on Caelan Doris, fifteen centimeters from the red and black goal…

As a test, there were only two, Saturday afternoon: the first was flattened by Mathis Lebel on one of the rare errors committed in 120 minutes by the Men In Blues (the voluntary forward of James Lowe) and the other, scored by Josh van der Flier on a kidney kick. But there was, across the Channel, everything that is most beautiful in rugby: a dog fight in the groupings, incessant twists and turns, a suspense which sometimes plunged this exhausted stadium into a horrified silence and an intensity which was finally worthy of this magnificent, fantastic competition and now far superior to Super Rugby and its horrifying farandoles, which are moreover choreographed in empty shells.

The crestfallen face of Nienaber

Because we loved everything at Tottenham. The 74 tackles made by Toulouse during these first twenty minutes where they hardly saw the swelling, the kidneys of Thomas Ramos, never far from money time and its delights, the phlegm of Matthew Carley in the final seconds of this crazy match and the crestfallen look of Jacques Nienaber, the bogeyman of our last autumn. It was good, it was beautiful and in truth, it made us think once again that the greatest finals are never those with the greatest number of attempts…

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