Jamison Gibson-Park could probably outrun the superlatives if he was of a mind. Instead, the quietly spoken Ireland scrumhalf will ignore or shrug them off in much the same way that he did opponents at Twickenham, content to let others lead the eulogies regarding the majesty of his contribution.
There are rare occasions when a player’s performance is so utterly compelling that a match seems to spin on the periphery, a blurred background with just the individual in focus. There were times when that was the case in southwest London. Gibson-Park’s imperious display induced sloppy grins and head shakes, as green-clad onlookers marvelled at the way he orchestrated the game plan and directed his team-mates.
He appeared to play the…