38-3 2nd half.
transcripts coming through of Chieka's halftime speech:
Chieka: Sons of Straya, I am Coach Chieka.
Young player: Coach Chieka is 7 feet tall.
Chieka: Yes, I've heard. Sells fabrics by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd chuck notebooks and smash commentary box windows. I AM Coach Chieka. And I see a whole army of my countrymen here in defiance of Rugby Championship wooden spoon tyranny. You have come to play rugby. What would you do without rugby? Will you fight?
Veteran player: Fight? Against that? No, we will fuck off to Toulon.
Chieka: They may take our pill, but they'll never take our freedom! Look, we're still in this fucken match you gutless pack of fucken dicks. First half, Folesy, Hodgesy and Kurtsey tackled like the three amigos of fetal alcohol syndrome but I still belieoooove in youse c**ts."
Kurtsey: the fuck you just call me c**t?