Playing sport is supposed to be fun, even in an age when jobs, careers, and entire organisations are at risk when results and performances don't quite go to plan; even in an age when every effort is talked about and analysed, when criticism is meted out 140 characters at a time; even in an age when the concept of professionalism has trumped the notion of participation: yes, even today, if you're not enjoying what you are doing on a sports field, you'll never succeed.
Enjoyment is the furnace for the special alchemy required to transform effort into victory - the Chrysopoeia of the Highlanders last year the outstanding example in Super Rugby. The Highlanders took in the offcasts and unwanteds and in turn those men found a formula for creating gold. They did it all with a laugh, with a southern humour that each adopted as his own. They were a joy to watch and a joy to be around.
It feels now, however, that whatever magic spell the Highlanders were able to conjure last year has begun to lose its power to sustain that special feeling that grew within the side and took them all the way to one of rugby's great fairytale finishes. The gold is turning back to lead, and the Highlanders are in need of a new formula for fun.
That kind of magic the Highlanders wielded last year can never be recreated. People have changed, some have gone, and still others have arrived. Rather than trying so hard to recapture the unretrievable spirit of their maiden title victory, this team is desperate to re-evaluate what makes them tick, and why. They have the desire, and the personnel, to do it. They're still a great bunch of men, too. Yet, the pressure of winning in 2016 has begun to squash the very spirit that in 2015 meant they couldn't lose.
Contrast the Highlanders with a team not too far up the highway. The Crusaders look and play like a side that has very much rediscovered the esprit de corps that leads to success.