Damn the last half hour.
The Buenos Aires test felt like an opportunity to suggest Steve Hansen is our greatest All Black coach.
The stage had been set for another mandatory victory, another successful stop on the All Blacks' world domination tour, and they were winning in typical style. Topics are becoming hard to find, with each All Black victory looking like the next.
Then the test against Argentina collapsed like a drunk on a high wire and I felt obliged to backtrack quicker than Steve Tew heading for an airport. It was one of the ugliest half-hours of test rugby you could imagine, and there have been a few. Greatest was an inappropriate word.
Rugby has a serious problem if it wants to sell that muck to the world. Best to keep it in the backyard, methinks.