Ah, the age-old showdown between Bath Rugby and the Newcastle Falcons. If we look at the tale of the tape, it's a slight understatement to say Bath has had the Falcons' number in recent years, much like a stern schoolmaster always finding that one student with untied shoelaces. They've been victorious in the last five meetings, a clear example of "practice makes perfect."
This season further amplifies the story. Bath is sizzling, hotter than a jalapeno in a sauna, with a splendid 12-2 record. The Falcons, on the other hand, are playing as though they've misread the sport and brought cricket gear to the rugby field, languishing at a 2-12 record. Bath, comfortably nestled at the apex of the Premiership standings, seem to be relishing the view from the top. The Falcons, I'm afraid, are left peering upwards from number 10, riddled with vertigo.
The new paint is still drying on Bath's recent wins over formidable teams like Harlequin FC, Gloucester Rugby, and Exeter Chiefs. Conversely, the Falcons are nursing the wounds from some pretty beatings, making them look more like flightless birds than mighty raptors.
So, for a betting man, a woman, or even a fortune teller's pet iguana, the writing on the wall is as subtle as a jackhammer at a meditation retreat. Bath Rugby not merely has the upper hand, they have the entire upper body and then some.
Albert’s Prediction: Bath Rugby by 14.