The only thing better than playing against Burnside Black Adders and winning, is hearing that they played against and beat the Christchurch Canardlys. Always a good thing to hear.
However, beating Burnside is by no means a certainty. Our self belief can sometimes get in the way of the right result on the board, and Burnside gave us a bit of a scare for a short while. Relaxing your guard can end up in an unexpected loss if you're not careful. A reminder that rugby is not over until the ref signs the report sheet.
We seem to be giving some players more credit than is due and sometimes it's only noticeable when they're not there and another player slots in to their position and whoops-a-daisy they turn on the heat and start making a name for themselves. This applies to both forwards and skitteries. A coaches dilemma, but a good dilemma to have as far as dilemmas go. I suppose.

Ross had four goes at scoring, but only managed to complete three. Which were all lovely to watch. His wingery skills are joyful to observe. Murray, of course, coming from the middle of the fucking north sea islands or some such inhospitable place, got jealous and scored as well, but not quite in the same solo fashion as Ross. He did however, potentially prove his worth as a back-up to the back-up in the kicking department by converting Emili's try. I'll have to speak to his mother about paying for proper lessons though.

And speaking of Emili's try, how fucking good were the forwards in the second half? Completely dominating the scrums and the mauls and doing all this lovely running off the back stuff and diving for the tryline. Lots of people had goes at it and if the ref looked, some of those would have been awarded as tries, but VG and Emili got over well. Loa made his presence felt again after replacing Webby at half back.

Shane was awarded MVP but I never noticed anything special, but isn't that the point? Not being seen means you're not fucking up? I did notice Stewart Rankin having trouble with his finger sticking out at a 90° angle which looked like it would have hurt.

Not to be outdone, I had a fucking huge leg cramp back at the clubrooms which is still painful now. So I win the injury stakes, although I didn't win the Lions/All Blacks test tickets raffle. I suspect there was some jiggery pokery going on there in the draw. Or maybe the club never actually got around to giving us an opportunity to purchase tickets in the raffle. Who can say.

Anyways, big games ahead of us, Suburbs, Sydenham, Christchurch and Belfast so get you're arses down to training and to the game(s). Talking to your Currie. Pfft, you've had all year to organise changing the date for your daughters birthday party.