article_snippet: The Tartan Army (officer class) march on Twickenham in a mood pitched somewhere between resignation and outright dejection.
article_snippet: With even some in the camp sounding as if there may be no beginning to their ambitions on Saturday evening, it’s hard to foresee anything but a handsome home victory.
article_snippet: ’s humiliation at the hands of England, as well as dissecting the horror show against Italy just a fortnight ago.
article_snippet: The last thing we wanted, heading into this penultimate Six Nations weekend, was a loss of momentum.
article_snippet: the most ‘recent’ in 1983 – felt odd, given that both sides were usually closely matched.
article_snippet: With each passing loss, though, the sequence of results becomes more of a reflection on the gulf between these former rivals.
article_snippet: England have moved on, found new best enemies, chucked us.
article_snippet: Stick on the mournful Adele numbers and weep into your cloudy local ale … .
article_snippet: Today, the mournful Adele numbers *shouldn’t* need to do much more than bully the Scottish forwards, a unit so effectively driven about Murrayfield by the mournful Adele numbers Italian tormentors.