Colin Sheridan: Rugby has finally rediscovered how entertaining chaos can be

The Six Nations had started to look like a very efficient council meeting, and then this year happened, looking like someone dropped the instruction manual in a puddle.

CHAOS: While the rest of the Six Nations is throwing crisps at the ceiling, Ireland still look like the only responsible adult at the party. Pic: ©INPHO

I have spent the last few years being quite suspicious of rugby. Not rugby itself, necessarily - the sport can still produce moments of brilliance - but the atmosphere around it. The slightly smug certainty that it was somehow the last pure thing in sport.

Rugby people will explain, at great length, that their sport is different. That it is noble. That the referee is respected. That everyone shakes hands afterwards. That nobody dives, nobody cheats, and everyone is probably a chartered accountant who enjoys red wine and emotional restraint. Which is lovely, of course. But there was always something faintly unnerving about how tidy it all felt.