In a year of surprises, nothing has matched the unexpectedness of seeing Owen Franks develop into one of the All Blacks' better ball handlers and line breakers.
Against all indications and previous evidence, Franks has blossomed into the sort of player no one felt he could ever be. He's become a genuinely modern footballer - as much about the style as the substance and equally happy showing his pass and catch as he is trying to buckle an opponent in the scrum.
This is all terribly new and a touch shocking. Franks, with his devotion to powerlifting and technical craft, has always been able to win rugby minds. He's in the team to anchor the scrum, clear a path at the tackled ball and hoist lifters. All of which he has done with some excellence since he was 21. No one disagrees - he's been all over the nasty bits of test rugby since he first emerged in 2009.
Ask him to scrummage for 10 minutes and he'll go for 20; ask him to clean out rucks and he'll have done six before his teammates have done two and he'll lift anyone or anything in the lineout because he simply loves lifting things. But for all that Franks has ticked his core role boxes for seven years, he's never won hearts in the same way he has minds. He's not been a footballer for the romantics.
Actually, he'd never previously been much of a footballer full stop - more of a strongman with enough mobility and agility to give rugby a decent crack. By the World Cup last year, the difference between him and his understudy, Charlie Faumuina, was pronounced.