Saloo, Saloo, what fun we've had. Round three, France, 2023. It's been good. Proper tear up in Paris on Saturday night. There's the two best teams in the whole wide world slugged it out, amazing stuff.

Australia got battered by Wales, England found a bit of attacking rhythm,

Scotland eventually did a right job on Tonga, Portugal won hearts, if not quite enough points as they drew with Georgia, and Shanko took his kids to softplay on Sunday morning,

spent most of it texting Drico and me, to be honest, in order to secure a pass for a day's rugger on Sunday night.

To me, that might be the standout performance of the weekend.

Tommy, well played, fella.

Thank you.

Have you had fun watching this weekend?

Yeah, oh, mate.

Well, tell your voice it then, mate.

Tell your voice it. Come mate. Tell your voice it.

Come on.

I did wonder.

You went an autopilot.

You went an autopilot there.

You've got yourself a new setup.

You've got yourself a new computer.

You've got one of these boom arms.

You've got a new mic.

Yeah.

I mean, what'd you do with your hands now? Can't say, family pod. I, do you know what? I thought to myself, what people won't know at home is because I deliberately put loads

of swear words in it, so we had to start again.

...