Radio Sport - Radio Sport commentator Nigel Yalden talks to The Sauce
Why is that? Well, because he's damn entertaining, that's why. Jones is the PT Barnum of world rugby coaching, a man for whom Barnum's famous saying rings true: "Without promotion, something terrible happens... nothing!" Or maybe this is the more relevant line: "Clowns are the pegs on which the circus is hung."
The clowns on Saturday were the Wallabies, their endless routine of dropped balls and pratfalls handing a limited England side the victory and series. Ringmaster Jones, ever the showman, instantly sought comparisons with the All Blacks, lighting the flaming hoop, and, sure enough, the Lions came roaring into the marquee.
"Oh no," said Eddie. "I could never coach the Lions." Really?
A hint here: if you beg him to, he might just reconsider. It's all very clever stuff. He doesn't want the job but he'll quite happily pick the team and, by the way, in case the guy who gets the job is struggling to figure it out, there should be 15 England players in it.
Jones made no secret of the fact he wanted more mongrel in the England team. He was open about that fact in his first week in the job, and his appointment of wild child hooker Dylan Hartley served only to reinforce his belief in bringing the hard edge back after Stuart Lancaster's deeply analytical approach.
In this, Jones has proven to be a masterful man manager, further evidenced by his selection of Chris Robshaw a year after telling the world that he thought the flanker and former captain wasn't much chop. "A six and a half at best," were his words at the time but, forget that, Robshaw and Eddie are besties now and he'll defend Robshaw and the rest of his players to the ends of the Earth.
In this way, Jones and Hansen are very similar. Both are ruthless selectors but each does his criticising of his own players behind closed doors. Both are World Cup winners, both are masters of the media and both are ambitious men who want to coach the world's best team.
Currently only Steve Hansen can claim to be doing the latter. Which is why his shot across the Tasman may not have been directed at Michael Cheika at all. If Cheika could read between the lines, he just might realise that the message was for Eddie Jones. And the message was, don't try that with me.