I've watched nearly every Tahs game in Sydney live since Super Rugby started, and I must confess I prefer the vibe to statistics. The roars of the crowd when Kurtley goes for a run are counterbalanced by the groans when our Tom grasps the pill. What I can report from what I see with my own eyes is the number of times the ball dies with Carter. The Tahs have some of the best (with Horne fit, THE best) outside backs in the competition, their skillsets simply cry out for them to get the ball wide, and quickly, as often as possible. But Carter simply refuses to use his experience and skills to put an outside man into space. When he was run down last year with, what, two metres start 10 metres from the goal line we had our suspicions confirmed Tom's not the fastest back running around. Yet all here defend his decision not to pass the pill to Pakalani on Saturday night because cover was coming across to cover Afa. Now Pakalani is considerably faster than Carter, he's guaranteed to get at least 10 metres Tom can't get due to his speed before either of them would be tackled. Hasn't it occurred to you, Tom, to pass to the faster man and back him up? This is what I see live, week in week out at the SFS, Carter not participating in any sort of ensemble play with his fellow backs. And that's why Deans will never pick him, he's not a team player and he doesn't have enough skill.
Enough of the vibe. I went back over tg's excellent piece and came up with nine occasions Carter died with the ball, at 00:30, 1:00, 21:30, 34:50, 41:30, 48:50, 54:20, 64:50 and 80:00. Apparentley Tom passed the ball three times, at 67:30, 71:00 and 80:00, but fuck all come from his silky passing skills and I missed them. Or I'd turned off after 65 minutes of dross and Carter's pieces of magic didn't register. Here we were, playing the Cheetahs, a team with huge, lumbering forwards who run out of puff when the tempo's too fast for them (witness last year's falldownathon as they needed to catch their breath), a game any fool says should be played as fast and wide as possible. But, no, Tom knows better, I'll cart the ball up into the teeth of those huge Jaapie pigs. After 65 minutes af bashing himself against bigger and stronger brutes Carter obviously deduced this wasn't working and decided to try something different. Not good enough, Tom.
Statistics are well and good but there are times I prefer the vibe.