Maud Muir

Ferns strewn and history made: A re-watch of the Red Roses WXV 1 triumph

So they huffed, and they puffed, and they blew the house in - storming the land of the long white cloud, and leaving ferns strewn across the lawn as they departed - the WXV 1 trophy stashed beneath one muscular arm. The Red Roses - twelve months on from the hand that stole the final lineout, the heroics, and the heartbreak - trampled and scorched their way to the inaugural title, making the world champions look eminently mortal in the process.