With Quade Cooper having hit the self-destruct button, it is hard not to ponder how different things might have been had he committed to New Zealand and not Australia.
Would he now be a frothing mass of resentment and bitterness had he been playing over here these last five years? Would New Zealand have destroyed his confidence the way Australia so obviously has?
He's just 24 and that could be him...off to France or off to the NRL and possibly never going to be sighted in a Wallaby jersey again.
That's an enormous waste of talent and there is no doubt he is a talent - a point which is readily and easily lost when it comes to talking about Cooper these days. There is, or at least there was, more than a touch of Carlos Spencer about Cooper. He's at his best when he's left to follow his instincts, play what he sees and probe and dart: try his tricks and not fear the consequences of trying. During Super Rugby in 2011, Cooper was sensationally good.
Remember how he could escape from any defence? Remember how he could ignite his backs and counter attack from anywhere? Remember how he had this arsenal of kicks - short ones, tricky ones, clever ones - that he could pull out at any time and change the angle of attack and pressure point on the defence? He was brilliant and the All Blacks feared him. Cooper, in tandem with Will Genia, were the new George Gregan and Stephen Larkham with the potential to be better.