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As Henry Pollock idly plays with the straggly end of his blond rat’s tail on a sunny day in Northampton he looks wholly at ease. There are more microphones in front of him than anyone else but that’s fine. Exeter are preparing to hit him with everything they can muster but that’s fine, too. If you’re aspiring to stand out from the crowd it’s all part of the deal.

Because a high-profile Prem final is exactly where he wants to be. Particularly as he missed the last one. When Saints lifted the trophy in 2024 he was away in Georgia with England Under-20s, jumping up and down in a hotel room in Tbilisi. “I was a bit annoyed I missed that experience but the boys have been telling me how amazing the whole week was. I am just trying to live every moment of it.”

English rugby’s most exuberant young talent has been catching up fast ever since: two tries in Cardiff on his full England debut, a British & Irish Lions tour to Australia, a Champions Cup final. For a 21-year-old it is a striking CV but securing a Prem title alongside his best mates and then taking down the world champion Springboks in Johannesburg on 4 July really would allow him to live out his childhood dreams.

And maybe that realisation has readjusted his priorities slightly. At Welford Road last month, when Saints were well beaten by Leicester, he was at the centre of some unnecessary flashpoints which helped neither his team nor his own reputation. Maybe someone somewhere had a quiet word. Either way he has spoken to his director of rugby, Phil Dowson, about wanting to focus more on his own game rather than getting sidetracked by peripheral distractions.

The net result was a colossal semi-final performance against Tigers last week, confounding the view in certain quarters that “HP” is all mouth and trousers. Even those who play alongside him every week were suitably impressed. “People think he is a little bit of a show pony because of the celebrations and because of the special stuff he can do,” says George Furbank, Saints’ club captain. “Last Friday night was a performance any back row would be proud of. Carries, tackles … he was everywhere and did what we needed him to do. So we’re going to need him [to do it] again this weekend.”

It also felt as if Pollock answered some timely questions from an England perspective. Putting your body on the line is non-negotiable for back rowers at the top level, as some hard-nosed Boks forwards will be itching to remind him in a fortnight’s time. And while dancing past opponents with ball in hand looks great on a highlights reel, the manner in which he absorbed a series of heavy collisions and still bounced back for more was perhaps more significant.

Do the sameagainst Exeter, who will also be looking to come hard at him, and Steve Borthwick will be left with vanishingly few reasons not to start him for England this summer. Whether he is roaming free, winning clearouts, catching lineouts or his energetic support running, the fresh prince of Franklin’s Gardens has the full range of tools. All he needs is slightly more top-end experience and, on occasions, a touch more maturity.

Otherwise the world is at his fast-moving feet. Even in the modern game few forwards have possessed his pace and skills and he is only just getting started. Lately he has been using visualisation techniques to make himself even more effective in the split-second moments that separate great players from the merely good. “I visualise moments in games: what I’m going to do next, whether I am going to go for a jackal or leave it or talk to the referee.

“I’m just trying to work on adding little nuggets to my game that will make me a better player overall. I’m very far from the finished product. Defensively, ball presentation … they’re all little things I’m constantly trying to work on. There are lots of different aspects to my game which can be better.”

Beneath the scything breaks and flamboyant try celebrations, in short, is a genuine hunger to achieve. He is also increasingly interested in the mental side of the game. “Your mind is so powerful if you can properly unlock it. My mindset going into games now is clearer. I think you can see the progress I’ve made over the last 16-20 months. I am trying to be like a sponge and absorb as much information as I can. But the main thing is enjoyment. I am enjoying myself at the minute. I feel like I play my best when I am enjoying it and being who I am.”

It helps, on that front, to have the backing of enlightened coaches such as Dowson, the head coach Sam Vesty and senior players who also understand what makes him tick. “If he wants to be as loud as possible and that’s going to get the best out of himself then you let those boys do that,” says Furbank, preparing to play his final Saints game before departing to Harlequins this summer.

Exeter, accordingly will be hard-pressed to claim their first title since 2020 if Pollock and co are allowed to strut their stuff. But deny Saints possession, disrupt their fluency and pour an 80-minute bucket of cold water over their red-hot attacking game and it becomes a different game. Particularly if the Chiefs can drag the contest deep into the final quarter as they did in their gripping semi-final win over Bath.

The kinship within the current Saints’ squad is so strong, however, that stopping them will not be easy. “We are such good friends off the pitch,” stresses Pollock, suggesting the relative shortage of alternative local entertainment may be one contributory factor. “Northampton is a bit quiet so there’s not much to do. We are constantly meeting up on the weekend and outside of training to get that connection. We are so tight and hopefully you can see that on the pitch.”

And when the cameras zoom in and the stakes ratchet up, few respond to the spotlight more enthusiastically than their natural-born showman. “It is where you want to be. You want to be playing big games in big stadiums against a really, really good Exeter side. It is going to be a great battle. A trophy would be massive for us.” The stage is nicely set and these days Pollock rarely fails to deliver.