Six Nations Tournament: against Wales, the Blues on a red carpet towards the Grand Slam

Not so long ago, every time the Blues put a spike on a lawn, we invariably wondered: “What will happen to them?

Today, the question has become: "What can happen to them?"

A single word reversed the meaning of the question.

A single word, which sums up a journey traveled at lightning speed, a complete metamorphosis that few imagined possible.

These fragile little roosters, subject to the slightest external disturbances under the mandates of Philippe Saint-André, Guy Novès and Jacques Brunel, were transformed, in barely two years, into a sort of thirty-legged monster, ferocious and hungry, devouring everything in its path.

The All Blacks, references of this sport?

Passed the mill (40-25) last November in Saint-Denis.

The beautiful Irish machine, so hard-hitting and organized?

Sketched (30-24) on February 12 in Saint-Denis.

The intrepid and thunderous Scots?

Chopped menu (36-17) two weeks ago in Edinburgh.

So yes, what can happen to these Tricolores in the den of the Welsh, already beaten by the Irish and the English, this Friday evening (9 p.m.) in Cardiff?

Not much, in principle.

Or rather yes, a new festival in which they would once again be the triumphant actors.

“Welsh choirs give you goosebumps”

On the green rectangle of the Principality Stadium, whose open roof is supposed to let in a few disruptive raindrops, a red carpet towards the Grand Slam is unrolling under the feet of the Blues.

He will then have to bite into the Crunch against the soft English, on March 19 at the Stade de France.

What can happen to Antoine Dupont, star in the firmament, captain, best player in the world, superhero on the field, understanding leader of men outside, and his teammates straight from a Marvel production?

A miss ?

A misstep ?

A kid?

We doubt it… A resurgence of the Covid, which forced Penaud and Taofifenua, positive on Wednesday, to stay at home?

Not even, since no one will be tested before the match.

Forward therefore for a feast.

And to get drunk once again on these little bubbles of oxygen that make us forget for a few hours that the world is crashing not far from us.

"Cardiff and its stadium are vital organs of this competition," said Galthié.

Welsh choirs give you goosebumps.

We are in the sublime of rugby.

“Sublime, sublime, sublime, repeats the coach like a mantra since the start of the Tournament to designate the opponents of the Blues.

But who is truly sublime?