The Silver Fern

Well done Japan women. A very fit team.

Black out in Dubai.

Did Robertsin really say that Scott Hansen is actually coaching the All Blacks???

@MiketheSnow said in November International, England v Argies:

@Young-Hamiltons said in November International, England v Argies:

Tmo...again...late tackle on Molina shouldve been yellow.

Nah

He pulled out of that but was already committed

Whateva...if you give yellow for a hand in the ruck...consistancy please. Argentina played afterwards with 14 men.

Tmo...again...late tackle on Molina shouldve been yellow.

Come Argies

The Death of Rugby’s Soul

When the whistle eventually became louder than the war cry and the urge to hit hard and deliver.

You used to feel it.
The haka wasn’t just a dance—it was a warning.
That what came next wasn’t going to be measured by overly rigid rules.
It was going to be survived.

Now, it’s paused.
Replayed. Re-examined.
Penalised.

Footage rewound from angles wound up to the hilt.
While we all wait.
Flow dissected.
Every tackle frozen. Every heartbeat held hostage to a technician’s click of the mouse.

A great game has become a courtroom.
And the joy it brought got traded for overly officious jurisprudence.

We told ourselves this was progress.
That safety demanded scrutiny.
That fairness lived in the margins.

But somewhere, the true gladiators left the field in the process.

They're replaced by yellow cards that effectively kill the contest.
Not for brutality—but for milliseconds.
Late by a frame. High by an inch. Offside by a toe.

It's so boring from the spectators.

I blame league for causing it.
They started it.
But they've smartened up.
Now their bunker doesn't intervene.
They only can on a captain's challenge
Otherwise the referees ruling stands
And even if there is foul play they're generally put on report
So the spectators aren't penalised

And just like that, fourteen men fight fifteen or even less.
Not because of dominance, but decimals.

The Richie McCaw the greatest number 7 we ever saw?
He'd be carded before halftime.
Penalised for instinct.
TMO'd out of greatness.

The master of chaos.
The lord of the dark arts.
General of the unspoken war inside the war.

He’d have been gone in 20 minutes.
TMO’d. Yellowed. Cited. Sanitized.

Not because he was dirty.
Because he understood what real test rugby demanded.

Because genius doesn’t slow down.

It doesn’t ask for permission before it pounces.

But the modern game does and it makes the game longer and more boring in the process.

It has lost its aura just like the All Blacks have lost theirs

It's not because of the players they're just scrutinised to the nth degree and penalised for unintentional contact in many cases

And in doing so—
it shackled the very thing that once made the All Blacks feared.

They weren’t perfect.
They were relentless.
They turned chaos into clarity. Turnovers into terror.
Felt inevitable before they ever crossed the line.

Now?
You wonder who’s next up on the monitor.
Not who’s next up with the ball.

The whistle controls the games momentum more than it ever has.
The broadcasters are in in the act finding minor indescretions are replaying them over and over.
The referee supposedly controls the result and yet the TMO has become the rugby god and the players mere underlings.
And the aura? What aura?

It slipped quietly through the cracks in the TMO rulebook.

They don’t roar like they used to.
Not even the haka is sacred any more. (especially the English)
Not the crowd.
Not the men in black.

Something else moves first now.
Before the player.
Before the hit.
Before the game.

It’s the screen.

Pause. Rewind. Freeze.

The moment where history was made—
Now becomes the moment it's unmade.

This isn’t rugby. Not like we once knew it.
The collisions used to write legends.
Now they trigger immediate caution.
Review.
Judgement.

TMO. Three dreaded letters that feel clinical.
But what they cut away isn’t just foul play.
It’s stifled instinct. Pace. Pressure. Flow.
It’s the edge rugby once lived on.

And with every yellow, every soft red—
Every head clash treated like a crime—
Another piece of that old game dies.

They say it’s for safety.
But what’s safe about a sport stripped of risk?

Where the game’s best moments—
A perfectly-timed cleanout
A contest in the air
A fierce breakdown counter—
Now live under a microscope.

Not in motion.
In suspicion.

The All Black aura?
It wasn’t just the jersey.
It was how they bent the game under pressure.
How they played to the edge without the scrutiny of four camera angles
and dared you to follow.

But you can’t intimidate a referee.
Or unsettle a TMO in a bunker.
And you sure as hell can’t control a match
When every action lives under such microscopic scrutiny.

Rugby wasn’t built to be fair.
It was built to be fierce.

The beauty of it lived in the clash of chaos and control.

And the best teams?
They danced between both.

Now?
They tiptoe.

And when you watch the men in black today
Do you feel that old weight?
That fear?
That certainty they would find a way?

Or do you see hesitation.
Compliance.
Adaptation.

That’s not their failure.
It’s the judicial system’s success.
It tamed the game.
And in doing so—
It tamed its kings.

Not with better rugby.
But with better angles.

And when the whistle blows now?
It doesn’t feel like rugby.
It feels like judgment.

Not of the play.
Of the player.
Of the past.

And that,
more than any scoreboard,
is how the All Black aura died along with the spectacle. Borrowed from a disappointed rugby fan.

This is a boring game...Matthew Carley you van just right fuck off.

Can we have a joint motm???

Starc motm for me...just. Head was brilliant though.

Stand in captain with the winning run.

Scores are level.

Root bowling...white flag

@sparky and the bats was not these modern ones

Englands bowling plan is shyte...

Nothing like seeing the poms so deflated.

Is this the first year that no AB has been nominated for mens player of the year??

The moment Mick Byrne left the ABs our kicking and high ball has gone to shyte.

When your flyhalf huffs and puffs at 30 min on the first half...you know you are in for a long afternoon. Where is our much talked about conditioning gone??? Where we used to put sides to the sword just before halftime and the final 20 minutes in 2nd half.

Hoping JDM knocks Islam the f out.