It was a touch fortuitous for both Ali Williams and the All Blacks that his knee should begin Sunday morning with an almighty gripe that required the big lock to concede surgery was necessary.
Better the surgeon's knife rather than the selectors' and the latter was going to be decidedly difficult to avoid. The sad and unavoidable truth about Williams is that injury has robbed him of the elasticity he once had. We all hope that his former self will come round the corner any day now - but it doesn't seem likely.
He's just not there as he once was. His game has gone - the things that made him special are no longer in his basket, maybe not forever, but misplaced for the moment. On Saturday night in Christchurch he took a giant step towards the scrapheap - or to give it its new title, a contract in Japan.
He was sent off the bench to provide stability - to tidy the lineout, shore up a creaking scrum, sort out a few Irish strays at the tackled ball and provide a general level of composure and level-headedness that supposedly comes with 75 test caps.
His only meaningful contribution was to concede a kickable penalty for needlessly fighting and then to gob off at the referee to bring the kick 10 metres closer.