There's long been a phrase in English football where managers ask of foreign players whether they can do their magic on a wet Tuesday night in Barnsley.
The implication was that the latest hotshot signed from wherever could be a wizard on his home patch on a sunny Saturday afternoon, but not so keen to guts it out on a mud heap in front of 30 people.
It was horribly xenophobic, but the grouchy old men steeped in the rough and tumble of British football had a natural lack of trust in foreign players, believing that most lacked heart or the same sort of fabric as the lads from the local estate.
In the Super Rugby allegory, the Blues are the foreign players. They managed to put it all together in their opening game against the Rebels and they looked a little bit special.
But the Rebels look destined to finish in the bottom four and were a shambles for the better part of 60 minutes. The Chiefs, in Hamilton, present as a wet Tuesday night in Barnsley and a more accurate gauge of what the Blues are really all about.