Carry on splashing
Anyone who has played rugby union at any level must surely find it laughable that, in a game where cheating is rife, a man swallow diving over a tryline can have caused such a splash - if you will pardon the pun.
Whether it is props spinning their "dark arts" in the scrum or flankers "playing on the edge", the technical nature of rugby union's rule book makes it a cheats' charter, whatever those who like to bang on about the sport being a gentleman's game would have you believe.
And how very English that when a gem of a wing like Chris Ashton, who has already equalled the record of six tries in one Six Nations campaign after only two matches, is unearthed, fans flock to message boards and blogs to pillory him for his arrogance.
Over in Wales, Shane Williams has been prematurely celebrating tries for years - and Welsh fans love him for it. But in Wales, rugby union has always been the game of the people, whereas in England its rather more buttoned-up fans have a tendency to believe it should reflect some superior moral code. "Act the goat in football, if you like," goes the refrain, "but our sport is above all that."
Not that I wish to reduce this issue to a class debate, because it is slightly more complicated than that. For example, boxing, perhaps the most working-class sport of all, has one of the strictest moral codes, however difficult that might be for some to believe.
Boxing has had more than its fair share of loons but there is nothing more poignant in the whole of sport than the sight of two men who have been battering each other for 12 rounds falling into each others' arms at the final bell.
And witness the vitriol aimed at Naseem Hamed throughout his career - a man who often celebrated victory before he had even entered the ring, once while reclining on a magic carpet, an awful lot of his countrymen cheered when he was defeated, delighted that a man who had shown such disregard for the sport's ethics had finally got his comeuppance.
Comparing Ashton with Hamed directly is crass - while Hamed's contempt for his opponents was flagrant, Ashton's is only a perception. "I just want to be myself," is the England and Northampton winger's take on his exuberant celebrations, while England coach Martin Johnson has passed it off as a bit of fun.
And while Hamed's disrespect often extended beyond the ring, anyone who has heard Ashton being interviewed will know he seems like a thoroughly decent chap.
But the key difference between Hamed and Ashton is that society has never looked to boxing for its role models. More correctly, respectable society, or that part of society many English rugby union fans believe themselves to be a part of.
When they see Ashton belly splashing over the tryline, some rugby union fans see the dreaded influence of football, or American Football, or even worse rugby league, which Ashton used to play. They see it as an erosion of the values of their once great game.
But those fans do not have to look far for the real villains in their sport: players cheating all over the pitch; players crowding the ref; eye gougers; drug users; players feigning injury. Rugby union is no nobler than any other sport.
And those same fans should reflect on some of the dour afternoons spent watching England in recent years - afternoons they will never get back. How they could have done with a couple of 'Ash Splashes' to lift the gloom.
Ashton is walking a tightrope, of that there is no doubt. As with Hamed, there will be those, even from his own country, who are repulsed by his chutzpah and who will be willing him to fail. I hope most fans are more understanding than that. With Ashton, it is a case of "the kid's alright, just feel the joy". Unless he ever drops the ball, of course...