The road to the Top 14 final is a very long and winding one, even Paul McCartney could not imagine the length of the elite division season in France.

It began on 6 September 2025, and it ended on Saturday night almost ten months later at Stade de France.

The long and winding road continued at the weekend as finalists Montpellier and Toulouse headed north from the hotbed of French rugby to the capital city.

For Toulouse, the journey was 689 kilometres to be precise, 4 hours and 35 minutes by train.

Montpellier’s trek stretched 749 kilometres, a shorter TGV hop that takes 3 hours and 31 minutes.

Toulouse’s journey may be long but is a very familiar one, they have won the Top 14 title for the last three years and twenty-four times overall.

As the current heatwave continued to engulf Europe, 35 degree temperatures at the 9pm kick off time proved sapping for players and spectators alike in the concrete laden area of Saint-Denis.

From the opening exchanges, Toulouse turned up the rugby thermostat. Hooker Peato Mauvaka crossed twice, while captain Antoine Dupont, once again the heartbeat of the club, added another to send the Toulouse faithful into raptures. Romain Ntamack’s assured boot completed a commanding first-half performance as Toulouse stormed into a 25–6 lead.

Then came an unexpected hiatus. Dark clouds gathered overhead, lightning flashed in the distance, and the match was suspended as a summer storm swept across the capital. It was as though nature itself had paused to admire the spectacle before allowing the drama to continue.

Montpellier emerged from the interruption with renewed belief. Tries from Justo Piccardo and Léo Coly breathed life into the contest, reducing the deficit and setting the stage for a tense finale. Yet true champions are defined not only by brilliance in attack but by resilience under pressure. Toulouse’s defence, disciplined and resolute, withstood every late assault until the final whistle confirmed their triumph.

The 28–20 victory is more than another trophy for their cabinet. It is a testament to their excellence, and a culture that has become synonymous with success. Four consecutive Top 14 titles put this Toulouse side among the greatest ever assembled in French rugby, a team that continues to blend flair, steel, and ambition with humility.

As the Brennus Shield was lifted beneath freshening, clearing skies, the symbolism was impossible to ignore. Storms may come, challenges may rise, but Toulouse remain the beacon of French club rugby. For another season, the crown belongs to the rouge et noir.

The long and winding road finally hit a cul-de-sac in the early hours of a muggy Sunday morning, once the pot holes have been repaired we all go again for the 2026/27 version in just a few weeks time.

“It always leads me here, lead me to your door”.

The North Star, has guided travelers for centuries. Located almost directly above the North Pole, it appears fixed in the night sky while other stars seem to move around it. Sailors, explorers, and adventurers have relied on it to find their way when traveling across oceans and deserts.

Beyond its practical use, the North Star symbolizes hope, guidance, and direction. Its steady light reminds us that even in darkness, there is always a point of reference to help us find our path.

In Wales our North Star had similar properties, hope, guidance and direction that gave us cause for optimism even on the darkest of nights.

This afternoon George North drew the curtain on his glittering career as the Barbarians took on Wales at the Allianz Stadium, Twickenham.

The giant wing-cum-centre announced his retirement from the professional game in April but laced up his boots up one last time going up against the nation for whom he won 121 caps and scored 47 tries.

It was the first and last time that the Wales great has represented the Baa-Baas and it was a fitting farewell for the 34-year-old. 

North said: “It’s always been a dream of mine to play for the Barbarians so to be invited for a game at Twickenham, against Wales was just incredible. 

“I have been so privileged to enjoy the career that I have had, and I have so many unforgettable memories from Wales and friendships to last a lifetime. So to go out against my country, with some of my friends and teammates playing is so special. 

“To also be able to play alongside some of the best and most exciting players in the world, and to enjoy that famous Barbarians spirit is something I couldn’t turn down. 

During a career that has spanned 16 years, North helped Wales to four Six Nations titles, including two Grand Slams, and twice toured with the British & Irish Lions.

Following stints with Scarlets, Northampton Saints and Ospreys, he has spent the last two years with Provence in France’s ProD2.

With Mediterranean temperatures at Twickenham more Menton than Middlesex he felt quite at home.

There are few teams in sport as romantic, and enduring as the Barbarians. They exist as an idea that has survived since 1890 and continue to capture the imagination of rugby lovers around the world.

From the outset, the Barbarians were different. They had no home ground, no season to grind through, no trophies to chase. Instead, they lived on invitation both in who they played and who they selected. To wear the black-and-white jersey is not something you apply for it is something bestowed. Skill matters, but so does character. To be a Barbarian is to embody the spirit of rugby. George is the embodiment of the Barbarian ethos.

In stifling heat Wales minus their non-Welsh based players were victorious by 33 points to 31.

George, selected on the Barbarian bench, entered the fray with 46:43 on the clock. Two minutes he crashed through for a try. He added another on 70 minutes and with the last kick of the game converted Arata’s try.

He looked as sharp and beautifully athletic as he always has giving us a reminder of his glory days with Wales and the Lions, it was a fitting farewell.

The skies will be that bit darker without our North Star, but wonderful memories of the rugby supernova will leave an inextinguishable light and an indelible path for others to follow.

The Count of Monte Cristo is fundamentally a story about revenge. It follows Edmond Dantès, a young sailor who is betrayed by jealous friends, falsely imprisoned for treason at Château d’if an island fortress just off the coast of Marseille visible from the Vélodrome Stadium where this weekend the 2026 Top 14 semi-finals were held.

Revenge was a theme carried into the action on the field over Friday and Saturday night. Although it is renowned as a dish best served cold, the Mediterranean temperatures made that impossible.

Despite the 9pm kick off’s temperatures in the 30s provided the meteorological backdrop for two battles to decide who would head north to the final in Paris next Saturday.

As the metro unloaded its Friday evening cargo of commuters at Gare Saint-Charles they were replaced by the colourful, jovial, and extremely vocal supporters of Toulouse and Racing 92 taking the sixteen-minute ride to the beautiful stadium that despite being the round ball home of Olympique Marseille is no stranger to rugby matches of the highest order.

Whilst the Pastis was flowing in Vieux Port Toulouse faced Racing 92 in a massively one-sided encounter.

Racing took the lead after three minutes with a penalty, their 3-0 lead created an all too brief moment of optimism for the ciel et blanc after which Toulouse rampaged through the blue and white wafer thin defence scoring five first half tries giving them a 38-3 half-time lead.

In perfect symmetry, Toulouse scored another five tries in the second half as they remorselessly demolished and disheartened their opposition, who to their credit produced two consolation tries of their own in the last ten minutes of the match. But a 71-17 scoreline says it all.

Despite the absence of Thomas Ramos, Toulouse showed their knock-out pedigree with half backs Dupont and Ntamack in top form with the latter landing 19 points from the boot.

Saturday night saw Montpellier face Stade Francais in a much closer affair than the previous evening’s match.

The capital city slickers have developed a hard edge and are a far cry from the pampered pink Parisians of old. However, despite outscoring Montpellier in the try scoring stakes their discipline let them down resulting in Miotti kicking five penalties for ‘Les Cistes’ which along with one from Coly proved to be Stade’s undoing.

This tight contest swung on a disallowed Joe Marchant try for Paris that could have gone either way, such are the small margins at this level.

So Montpellier head to Paris next Saturday for the final against hot favourites Toulouse.

Paris dazzles with grand boulevards, world-famous monuments, and the restless energy of a city that never stops reinventing itself. It is a city of lights, art, and ambition, where history and modern life meet at every corner.

Pau, by contrast, unfolds at a gentler pace. Nestled beneath the Pyrenees, it offers sweeping mountain views, leafy promenades, and an atmosphere of quiet elegance. If Paris is a symphony played at full volume, Pau is a melody carried on the mountain air.

Both cities were hosting the Top 14 barrages last weekend the winners of which would head to Marseille to face the already qualified semi finalists Toulouse and Montpellier.

Saturday night saw a packed Stade du Hameau attempt to serenade the men in green to victory and maintain their unbeaten home record.

But it was not to be. In a pulsating contest Racing 92 inspired by scrum half Léo Carbonneau came out on top 33-31 despite being out scored in the try department by four tries to three. Eighteen points from the boot of Antoine Gilbert were just enough to end Pau’s dreams.

Twenty four hours later some 794 kilometres north at Stade Jean Bouin in the affluent 16th arrondissement Pink Parisians Stade Francais demolished La Rochelle.

La Rochelle were outplayed in every facet of the game by the home side who with set piece dominance ripped the visitors defence to shreds.

Quicker in thought and deed than their opponents Stade Francais scored seven tries to a solitary effort from La Rochelle.

So the Top 14 now heads to Marseille for next weekend’s semi finals. On Friday night Toulouse face Racing 92 whilst Montpellier play Stade Francais on Saturday.

So after 26 weeks of league action, the Top 14 in France reaches the business end of the season.

Last night’s final round of league matches revealed the teams that will compete in the knockout stages.

The Top 14 knockout stage, features the six highest-ranked teams from the regular season. The teams that finish 1st and 2nd earn a direct place in the semi-finals, 

Teams placed 3rd to 6th must first compete in the barrages (play-offs), with 3rd hosting 6th and 4th hosting 5th in single-elimination matches.

The winners of these play-off games advance to the semi-finals, where they face the top two seeds on neutral ground. 

The two semi-final winners then contest the Top 14 Final, with the victor crowned French rugby champion and awarded the famous and extremely large Bouclier de Brennus.

Toulouse and Montpellier finished 1st and 2nd so head straight to the semi-finals which will be held in Marseille on Friday 19 and Saturday 20 June. Their opponents will be determined by the winners of:

Saturday 13 June: Pau v Racing 92

Sunday 14 June: Stade Francais v La Rochelle

The semi-finals will therefore be

Friday 19 June: Toulouse v Pau/Racing 92

Saturday 20 June: Montpellier v Stade Francais/La Rochelle 

Perhaps the biggest shock is the fact that back to back European Champions Bordeaux failed to reach the knock-out stages, ending their season in 8th place.

A season that started way back on 6 September 2025 still has a fair way to run before the final in Paris on Saturday, June 27.

In other matters, Vannes will be playing in the Top 14 next season after defeating Provence in yesterday’s ProD2 final in Toulouse. 

Heading the other way are Montauban, relegated from the Top 14 after achieving just one win in a gruesome season that saw them accumulate 7 points. 

Provence will now face second from bottom in the Top 14 table Perpignan, the winner awarded a place in the Top 14 for the 2026/27 season.

The final Top 14 league table

When Jade Konkel laced her boots for the last time, it wasn’t just the end of a career. It was the quiet closing of a chapter I had the privilege of witnessing up close both with a notebook in hand, and with the easy familiarity of friendship.

I have watched her from press boxes and the depths of Surrey Sports Park battling in the snow, wind and rain, from muddy touchlines where the cold seeps into your bones, to stadium seats buzzing with anticipation before a Six Nations kick-off. I have watched her in the player’s tunnel, jaw set, eyes forward. I have watched her in the scrum, where there are no cameras close enough to truly capture the strain, the technique and the raw will.

And I have watched her after the final whistle, bruised and bloodied a smile cutting through the fatigue, always more interested in how the team performed than in any individual praise.

For more than a decade, Jade didn’t just carry the ball she carried expectation, possibility and belief. As a journalist, I wrote about her metres made, her tackles landed, and her tries.

I described the collisions, the work rate, the way she anchored a pack. I searched for the right phrasing to explain why her presence mattered so much to Quins and indeed Scotland.

But statistics never quite captured it. There is something visceral about watching Jade at work when you understand what is truly happening in those dark, grinding exchanges. The scrum is not glamorous. It is pressure, pain and precision. And Jade made it her art form.

When scrums held firm against heavier packs, when it edged forward with quiet authority, you could feel the psychological shift ripple through a match. I learned, over years of covering her, to watch for the small tell tale signs.

As a journalist, I admired her consistency she gave absolutely everything in every game she played. As a friend I admired her, and still do, as a human being.

When she became one of the first openly gay women to represent Scotland in rugby, it was reported as a milestone in what it meant for visibility in sport, for inclusion, for young players searching for someone who was like them in elite competition. But she wasn’t trying to be groundbreaking. She was simply being herself. The courage was in the ordinariness of it. In the refusal to compartmentalise who she was for the sake of comfort or convention.

I’ve witnessed the unseen parts too, the all too regular rehab sessions that seem endless, the frustration of countless injuries, the mental toll of professional sport where contracts are short and expectations long. Rugby careers are brutal in their brevity. Bodies absorb so much so that the jersey can be worn with pride. Retirement, when it comes, is never just about stepping off the pitch. It’s about renegotiating identity.

For someone whose life has been structured around training cycles, selection announcements, and matchday rituals, that shift is seismic. And yet, if there’s one thing I know about Jade, it’s that her impact was never confined to eighty minutes.

Teammates leaned on her. Younger players measured themselves against her standards. Coaches, the good ones, and they weren’t all good, trusted her implicitly. She was the cornerstone, the player every side needs and one who is often only truly appreciated until they’ve gone.

From the press box or the Touchline I often tried to find new ways to describe her and her game. Powerful. Relentless. Industrious. None ever felt sufficient. Because what set her apart wasn’t just physicality it was a presence. A steadiness. A refusal to yield.

Now, looking back not as a journalist but as someone who has shared conversations, coffees, frustrations and celebrations, the memories feel layered. The roar of the crowd blends with quieter moments.

Somewhere in Scotland or indeed Surrey, a young number eight will crouch for her first scrum and believe, perhaps without realising why, that she belongs there. She will benefit from the ground Jade helped break, from the standards she set, from the visibility she embodied.

I was lucky enough to chronicle her career. Luckier still to call her a friend.

The boots may be hung up now. The collisions may cease. But the imprint remains, in the culture of the team, in the pathways carved wider, in the belief that women’s rugby is stronger for having had her at its heart.

As a journalist, I can say she helped change the game. As a friend, I can say she changed lives. And that feels like the greatest legacy of all.

Thank you Jade.

They know a thing or two about producing mouth-watering products on the banks of the Garonne but this particular Bordeaux vintage also travels very well as was shown further south on the edge of the Nervión river in Bilbao.

The reigning Investec Champions Cup holders Union Bordeaux Bègles to give them their full title dispatched the River Liffey challengers Leinster with a display that will result in a few hangovers this morning as celebrations and commiserations continue to ebb and flow much like those beautiful waterways.

With temperatures above thirty degrees, red-hot Bordeaux demolished Leinster with their five first half tries giving them a 35-7 half-time lead despite the Irishmen taking the lead with an O’Brien try after just six minutes.

Three Bordeaux tries in 10 first half minutes were the killer blow, and Leinster had no answer to the broken play carnage caused by the French side.

Man of the match brilliant Basque Maxime Lucu controlled the game magnificently, scoring a first half try and receiving a ludicrous second half yellow card for making contact with the mullet of Joe McCarthy simultaneously with his shirt collar. Hair pulling was apparently deemed to be the sin binning offence.

A try from McCarthy himself whilst Lucu was in the bin was the best Leinster could muster with an extra man advantage.

Lucu’s two penalties after leaving the ‘naughty step’ added gloss to the scoreline and despite Leinster’s efforts in limiting Bordeaux to six second half points and scoring two tries themselves, this was a comprehensive win for the now back to back European champions.

Bordeaux are a joy to watch and in the boiling Basque sunshine they lit up this final, they are a very special team indeed.

Six Georgia players and a team official have been sanctioned for committing anti-doping rule violations as part of what World Rugby has described as “an orchestrated scheme”.

A joint investigation by World Rugby and the World Anti-Doping Agency (Wada) discovered a scheme involving sample substitution and advance warnings of drug tests.

Dubbed ‘Operation Obsidian’, the investigation was launched in 2023 and found five instances where players allegedly swapped urine samples to avoid detection.

A Wada statement said that employees of Georgia’s national anti-doping agency (Gada) also tipped off players about upcoming tests and that doping control officers failed to properly observe athletes during testing and did not witness urine collection.

World Rugby described it as “an orchestrated scheme involving recreational drugs and sample substitution”.

It added that the investigation “was triggered when irregularities in urine samples were identified by World Rugby’s athlete passport management programme, covering an extended period of time prior to the men’s Rugby World Cup 2023”.

The game’s governing body supplied historical samples which, when retested, showed five instances of sample substitution involving Sharikadze and five other players, dating back to 2019.

As a result Former Georgia captain Merab Sharikadze (pictured above) has been banned from sport for 11 years for his part in a secret scheme which helped national team players cheat anti-doping tests.

Hooker Giorgi Chkoidze has been banned for six years, with Lasha Khmaladze, Otar Lashkhi and Miriani Modebadze receiving three-year suspensions, and Lasha Lomidze being banned for nine months.

Sharikadze, who led Georgia to a famous win over Wales in Cardiff in 2022, admitted providing ‘clean’ urine to team-mates.

Having considered this recommendation, World Rugby issued a misconduct charge against the Georgia Rugby Union. The Union accepted the charge and agreed to a sanction including financial penalty along with a requirement to implement a roadmap of various reforms and measures in its anti-doping training and education to mitigate the risk of any future issues of this nature arising.

A World Anti-Doping Agency investigation found that Georgia’s national testing authority would tip off Georgia’s team doctor Nutsa Shamatava about forthcoming tests, and she would then share the information via a team group chat.

World Rugby also commissioned an independent enquiry into the actions of the Georgia Rugby Union to ensure that any potential involvement of the Union in the scheme was considered and addressed. While the independent report details that there are no grounds for the Georgia Rugby Union having a case to answer under World Rugby Regulation 21, the fact that a number of players and staff wilfully failed to comply with their anti-doping obligations brings the game into disrepute under Regulation 18.5.

This is undoubtedly a blow to Georgia’s reputation and credibility as they continue to pursue a path that will enable them to bid for a place in the Guinness Six Nations tournament.

1888 Vincent van Gogh left a dull grey Paris and headed south by train for the unique almost heavenly light of Provence.
“May artists come together in Provence” was Van Gogh’s wish, and last night at the Orange Velodrome the artists of Toulon and Toulon showed us their true colours.

This Top 14 encounter is in fact a Toulon home game, annually transferred 47 miles up the coast. It encompasses a rugby festival where the whole of the city is in rugby party mood along with the sold out 67,000 capacity crowd at the stadium for a post 9pm kick off.

With the Bodega at Parc Chanot open from 11 a.m. it was a challenging day for those with a penchant for pre match beverage consumption, fortunately the Velodrome is only a five-minute walk, or a fifteen-minute stagger, away.

The strains of “Pilou Pilou” were still hanging in the air when Romain Ntamack crashed over for a try after just four minutes.

Toulon responded magnificently with tries from Albornoz and Drean and the metronomic Jaminet’s 23rd minute penalty gave them a 17-7 lead.

Toulouse went up another gear and Dupont’s try right on half-time lit the blue touch-paper for a second half they dominated and displayed their artistry, with halfbacks Dupont and Ntamack back to their very best.

Toulouse scored three second half tries, the best of which occurred in the 44th minute, when Dupont displayed his football skills at the home of OM. This set up a wonderful try for Chocobares, dribbling through before providing a glorious offload that sent the Argentinian for a sliding touchdown to make the score 34-20 to the visitors.

Replacement scrum-half Ben White scored a consolation try for Toulon in the 65th minute, but by then Toulouse were home and hosed.

Toulouse victory guarantees them a semi-final place in the Top 14 knock out stages, and in the process they continue to set new records.

The 912 points scored far this season is a new record, as is the try tally of 123.

As the crowds headed to the midnight metro Marseille was greeting a Sunday morning where the most important challenge will be where to go for lunch, Toulouse certainly gave everyone food for thought last night at the Vélodrome.

There used to be only two certainties- death and taxes, we can now add another one to that exclusive list-Red Rose victories.

For the 36th time in a row, England women left the field having secured a comprehensive win.

Wales were the bindweed clinging to the blossoming red blooms, but England possessed far too many thorns to be hampered in yet another big scoreline at Ashton Gate.

Yesterday was always going to be a Severn Bridge too far for a Wales side who have forgotten that winning feeling 

Bristol is approximately 12 miles from the Welsh border at the narrowest part across the Severn estuary, despite the closeness this was very definitely a home game for the English fans who dominated the sun-drenched 26,247 crowd.

They did not have to wait long to celebrate their first try. Maddie Feaunati took just 6 minutes to cross the whitewash, and it looked like England would pull away when Millie David scored a try 13 minutes into her international debut it looked like England would pull away.

Wales responded well and their two first half tries along with Kiera Bevan orchestrating matters at scrum-half ensured at least a competitive contest.

A half-time score of 29-12 was not as bad as many had feared, but thirty-three Red Roses points in the second half made it yet another comfortable win for the women in white.

In fairness to Wales, they didn’t give up, and two tries in the last seven minutes gave them the most unlikely and unexpected of bonus points.

It may seem crass to feel positive about a 62-24 defeat, but this was a massive improvement from Wales. There was at last some imagination and variety in attack and whatever else they lacked there was heart and commitment in spades.

The back line still looks a little clunky with their try scoring threats mainly coming from the pack, but there is definitely something to build on here.

As for the Red Roses, we are running out of superlatives for a team who are finding their toughest opponents at their own training sessions.

England have now won 37 consecutive Six Nations matches. Their last defeat came against France in 2018. 

This year alone they’ve scored 179 points (27 tries) despite missing more than a dozen players because of injury, pregnancy or retirement, 

The Red Roses continue to bloom, but Wales are beginning to show some green shoots of recovery.