“Tell Sir Clive I want to be like him. That’s my dream,” chortled Eddie Jones after Japan’s shock win against South Africa in the rugby hotbed of Brighton. It was an amusing thought. Jones was in his element in that autumn of 2015.
Here was rugby’s ultimate misfit, taking a peripheral rugby nation to improbable heights through wit and boldness, pretending to aspire to become one of the gilded son’s of England’s sporting tradition.