Harlequins kept cool in the heat as they beat Leicester Tigers to win Premiership final at Twickenham Stadium That isn't supposed to happen: rugby history tells us the Fancy Dans in the multicoloured shirts are meant to collapse under the Roundhead Tiger assault. There may have been a clue in what was to come by the manner in which the teams arrived ahead of the game. Quins had walked from their home to the stadium, Robshaw leading them in, cheerfully high-fiving with the sweating fans of English rugby's two best-supported clubs. They looked at ease, as if they belonged. By contrast, Leicester were stuck in the traffic, their bus arriving an hour behind schedule. Their coach, Richard Cockerill, tried to make light of the hold-up. He preferred, he said, to have his players nicely hydrated in air-conditioned cool rather than sweltering in the dressing rooms. But he must have felt Twickenham has it in for his team. And he would be right. They may be frequent visitors, but for Leicester the Premiership final is becoming the worst of routines. In five of the last eight they have been the subject of sympathetic applause at the end. That they were losers once again was largely due to the performance of Robshaw. The England captain was rightly Man of the Match here, his refusal to be cowed by Leicester's repute infectious among his team-mates. He carried and harried, scrapped and scurried. As the Tigers tried to seize the initiative at the start of the second half, his interchange of passes with Tom Williams - swift, sharp, decisive - signalled to all that supremacy was not to be cheaply surrendered. What a season it has been for him. He took on the England captaincy and impressed all with his refreshing openness. Now he has lifted the Premiership trophy, confirming his club's season-long prominence in the league and, perhaps more significantly, bringing redemption after the ignominy of bloodgate. He is one of those sportsman who makes everything seem easy. And he appeared not to be remotely surprised. After all, he had predicted it. A fortnight ago, when Manchester City won the Premier League title, he tweeted that Quins would make it an Etihad-sponsored double act of league winners. It may not have been quite as dramatic a denouement as that of his footballing counterparts, but the look on Mystic Robshaw's face as he paraded the trophy round Twickenham suggested it was no less satisfying.