Who could imagine France would lose fear factor?
Every time Bobby Windsor went off to fight the French during the lawless 70s, he would tell his wife: “Take a look at my face because you might not recognise it when I get back.”
In an era when most referees turned a blind eye, the old Lions hooker slugged it out with all-comers but even he would feel a shiver of fear before running into a mob whose collective violence put them somewhere between Peaky Blinders and The Gangs of New York.
