When it's dry, the wind isn't storm force, and they have their tales up then our squad of young inexperienced flair players can put anyone to the sword.
When it's wet, windy, and we're playing against a team as streetwise as any with a point to prove we 're always going to come up short.
I didn't enjoy that a bit, I thought CMK had one of his worst games (and that's saying something for him) but we we worse and didn't deserve to win.
All that being said I'm going to treasure the memory of Launch swimming through a rolling maul and ripping the ball without a moment's hesitation for a long long time. That was genuinely a thing of beauty, even if the ref buggered up the call when he was brought down afterwards.