Ngl, the first ten minutes of this match are some of the hardest I’ve *ever* laughed at any game of rugby ever.
I wasn’t gonna bother watching, then as I was sat in my room, I heard the whistle blow on the living room TV next door, and my dad erupted into hysterics almost immediately. I walked into the next room, saw what happened, and while we were still dissecting that, the second try happened and we both doubled over roaring with laughter. Never mind the third try, we were broken by that point.
Imagine being the Italian team on that day. Talk about every Christmas coming at once.