CHRIS HEWETT GUEST COLUMNIST

Eddie Jones is hardly the first England coach to take an unusually gifted player to one side and leave him there, to the befuddlement of all those blessed with a functioning pair of eyes. Every boss in the professional era has been guilty of crimes against the bleedin’ obvious, as Basil Fawlty would have put it. The thought occurs each time Alex Goode of Saracens uses a rectangle of mud – or, more likely nowadays, pretend grass – as his personal canvas. How, in the name of whatever god has been left us by the march of science, has...