Now they've gone and done it, these English and their endless quests. Just when it looked like they were here to play some rugby they've revealed they are actually here to demystify auras and destroy myths. Next they'll be off into the hills on a moa hunt, or standing about shouting "There is no Santa!" to groups of Kiwi kids.
Apparently the All Blacks "myth" is alive and well and there to be picked apart. And who better for that job than this travelling troop of Englishmen, fresh from the home of St George, the man who, according to an actual myth, slayed the dragon.
That in this day and age any analysis of a professional, international rugby side could include the word "myth" is the only mystery here.
The All Blacks' victory last Saturday cannot be explained by supernatural forces, Sasquatch sightings, the existence of the tooth fairy or any other mythical creation. It can, in part, be explained by a clever heads-up play by centre Conrad Smith - though he's likely to finish up more of a legend than a myth.
The problem with all the chit-chat this week is that nothing about the All Blacks' remarkable record is a myth. A myth is something without basis or fact, the All Blacks' record is a matter of fact, based on a century or so of results. By any definition of the word, "myth" has very little place in the conversation.