My phone ran hot with crowing texts and calls after the Blues' victory over the Crusaders. I guess I deserved it as, when I was put on the spot on the radio, I had to go with the Crusaders.
Well, I do have to live in Christchurch. I did qualify it by saying I wouldn't bet the mortgage on it; wouldn't even bet a box of beer on it; but I might risk a lazy fiver because ... well, just because ...
But those who read this column last week will know that, in spite of my radio forecast, I kind of predicted this result. Not by five tries to none - don't think anyone could have picked that. But I said the 'same old, same old' just hasn't been doing it for the Crusaders and so it proved on Friday night.
You couldn't fault them for desire or urgency and we all knew they wouldn't throw caution to the winds and try an ultra-expansive game against the Blues. That would just have been playing into their hands.
In fact, the Crusaders got a bit out-Crusadered by the Blues. That defence, presumably courtesy of one Sir G. Henry, was solid as and they took the high ball, ran and passed accurately. Their set pieces were a bit shaky and Piri Weepu's goaklkicking could have let the Crusaders back in the game but they were on top in the collision phases and held their nerve, discipline and patience.