Oh God, just imagine if TJ was calling it. The game slipping away, his voice hoarse and rasping from imploring his charges on to please, please, please save him from this spiralling nightmare, this deleterious encroachment upon all that is right and just in the world. His equilibrium becoming disoriented, he falls off his chair, and again, and then again, TJ, TJ, are you ok, asks Marshall, yes, yes, I'm fine, I just cannot believe this is happening to my men I mean The Crusaders, I don't understand how Tom Christie, surely one of the greatest players in world rugby, could allow this to happen under his watch, no, no, they're not tears Justin, it's just my contacts are coming loose from my uncontrollable quivering, OH GOD NO, JUST HOLD ME JUSTIN, PLEASE HOLD ME, OH GOD JUSTIN I THINK I'M LOSING CONSCIO