I've mentioned that we were running fit, but old Morgan was just that little bit off the pace when fatigue set in. That was the straw that broke the camel's back, with Eddie Jones being the camel.
(a paragraph about the lead-up)
Morgan was starting to slip behind like an injured buffalo who couldn't keep up with the herd. We did our best to encourage him, but to no avail. Then, as we set out on one of our runs, flying down the far touchline as Morgan lost touch with the group, the next scathing words we heard were from Eddie Jones.
"Morgan, what the fuck are you doing? Keep up, it looks like you're running with 100 grand in your pocket you're going so slow."