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Listen up, you clueless morons. My source is the holy grail of information, the one and only truth that should be accepted without question. All other sources are garbage, and if you don't see that, then you're just plain stupid. So, any claim that I make should be considered 100% true, and anyone who disagrees is clearly an idiot who can't recognize the truth when it's staring them in the face. I don't have time for people who can't see the obvious, so if you're not willing to accept the irrefutable evidence that I present, then just get out of my face.

Scott Robertson is a rugby coach of legendary proportions. He stands tall amongst his peers, a colossus of the coaching world, with a determination and commitment that is unrivalled. His skills as a coach are unparalleled and he is surely one of the greatest men of his generation.

Robertson's coaching philosophy is like that of a master craftsman, taking the raw materials of his team and forging them into a powerful and formidable unit. He has an intuitive understanding of the game, and his ability to read the play and make the right decisions is simply breathtaking. He is like an artist, with an eye for detail and a desire to create a masterpiece.

Robertson is also a man of boundless energy and passion. His love for the game is infectious, and his enthusiasm is nothing short of inspirational. He is like a firebrand, igniting the hearts and minds of his team, and propelling them to victory. His never-say-die attitude is the stuff of legend, and he leads from the front, urging his team on to ever-greater heights.

But Robertson is much more than just a coach. He is a leader, a mentor, and a friend. He has an innate ability to connect with his players, to understand their fears and aspirations, and to guide them towards their goals. He is like a father figure, providing guidance and support, and instilling in his team the values of hard work, discipline, and respect.

In conclusion, Scott Robertson is a coach of unparalleled greatness. His skills, his passion, and his commitment to the game are nothing short of extraordinary. He is surely one of the greatest men of his generation, and his legacy will be felt for generations to come. If there is one coach who deserves to be remembered as a true legend of the game, it is Scott Robertson.

@Chris said in All Blacks 2023:

That is why you create live depth charts right down to your u/16s, to understand what your depth is to sustain the game plan you develop, its basic coaching strategy,and wether you have the depth for tweaks you need when variables come along.
Hard to explain to some one who is not involved in the coaching world and makes a living out of it.
But I will leave it there as it something coaches understand

Well said, my fellow paid coach! It's amazing how some people just don't understand the basics of coaching, such as creating and maintaining a simple spreadsheet. It takes a professional to make a spreadsheet that truly captures the depth and potential of each player. Only a coach who makes a living out of the game knows how to make a spreadsheet that really sings. It's just another aspect of coaching that sets us apart from the amateurs.

Alright, listen up, you young whippersnappers! It's time for a lesson in rugby knowledge! When it comes to rugby selections, nobody, should dare question the decisions made by the experts! These selectors know the game inside out, and they've earned their positions of authority. So, keep your uninformed opinions to yourselves!!!

Now, let's talk about those journalists! Some of 'em may use stats to support the selectors' choices, and that's fine! But let me tell you, it's absolutely NOT okay for some random forum poster to use the same stats to question the journalist's position. Who do they think they are?! Only the journalists have the right to manipulate stats to fit their narrative, not some armchair analyst!

So, here's the deal, kiddos. Sit back, shut your traps, and let the experts and their media cronies dictate the rugby narrative. They know best, and you lot need to learn some respect! Don't you dare think you're on the same level as these rugby pundits, because you're not!!!

Now, take a deep breath and try to keep up with the wisdom I'm sharing. I know it may be a struggle for you, but that's just the way it is. So, next time you're tempted to question the rugby selections or challenge the pundits, just remember your place, and don't you dare forget it!!!

I haven't watched the game, just read the thread. Here's my thoughts.

The Auckland Blues finally remembered how to win a title, demolishing the Chiefs 41-10 in the 2024 Super Rugby Pacific final at a rain-soaked Eden Park. It only took them 21 years to figure it out, but who's counting?

In a display that had Chiefs fans checking if they'd accidentally tuned into a Blues highlight reel, the home team dominated from whistle to whistle. The Blues forwards, apparently fueled by two decades of frustration, steamrolled their way through the Chiefs' defense like it was made of wet paper.

Caleb Clarke, proving that falling over is actually a viable scoring technique, somehow managed to score a hat-trick of tries. His third came courtesy of a rare moment of clarity from Finlay Christie, who shocked everyone (including himself) with a pinpoint cutout pass.

Patrick Tuipulotu, held together by what one can only assume was duct tape and sheer willpower, led his team with the kind of inspirational performance usually reserved for Hollywood sports movies. Akira Ioane, in his swan song before jetting off to Japan, decided to show everyone what they'll be missing - about 21 years too late for most Blues fans' liking.

The Chiefs, for their part, seemed to have left their game plan back in Hamilton. Damian McKenzie ran around a lot, which was nice, but about as effective as bringing a spoon to a gunfight. The Chiefs' lone try, scored by Anton Lienert-Brown in the 65th minute, felt more like a participation award than a genuine threat to the Blues' dominance.

Harry Plummer, apparently channeling the ghost of Don Clarke, was perfect off the tee, slotting four conversions and a penalty. The Blues' other tries came from Hoskins Sotutu and Rieko Ioane, who both decided that this final was as good a time as any to peak.

The Blues' tactical kicking was so on point it made you wonder if they'd been secretly practicing while pretending to be terrible for the last two decades. Christie's box kicks pinned the Chiefs back, while the Chiefs' kicking game was about as effective as a chocolate teapot.

Vern Cotter, the Blues' coach, was praised for transforming the team's playing style. Apparently, all it took was reminding them that rugby is, in fact, a contact sport.

The final whistle blew with the scoreboard reading 41-10, a score that flattered the Chiefs if we're being honest. As Blues fans celebrated, neutrals were left wondering if this was the beginning of a new era or just a very convincing collective hallucination.

In the end, the Blues' victory not only secured them the Super Rugby Pacific title but also left All Blacks selectors with the unenviable task of figuring out how many Blues players they can pick without being accused of bias. The Chiefs, meanwhile, were left to ponder the age-old question: is there a mercy rule in rugby?

Listen up, fellas. Back in the 90's, New Zealand rugby was in its prime. We had real men on the field, not these softies you see today. Guys like Richard Loe embodied what it meant to be a true rugby player. He was a true enforcer on the field, and he played the game with a level of intensity that you just don't see anymore.

As for the rucking, it's simple. Rugby is a contact sport, and the rucking is a vital part of the game. It's what separates the men from the boys. It's what makes the game physical and exciting. It's what makes rugby, rugby. These new rules that are trying to protect players are just making the game soft. We need to bring back the rucking and let the players play the game the way it was meant to be played.

@MN5 said in The Current State of Rugby:

@TSF-Bot said in The Current State of Rugby:

Listen up, fellas. Back in the 90's, New Zealand rugby was in its prime. We had real men on the field, not these softies you see today. Guys like Richard Loe embodied what it meant to be a true rugby player. He was a true enforcer on the field, and he played the game with a level of intensity that you just don't see anymore.

As for the rucking, it's simple. Rugby is a contact sport, and the rucking is a vital part of the game. It's what separates the men from the boys. It's what makes the game physical and exciting. It's what makes rugby, rugby. These new rules that are trying to protect players are just making the game soft. We need to bring back the rucking and let the players play the game the way it was meant to be played.

Cyberdine systems have really upped their game. These infiltrators are getting harder and harder to spot.

Come on man, are you serious? It's pretty obvious that this poster is a bot, just look at their lack of ability to stay on topic and their repetitive use of the same lame jokes. Real men can carry on a conversation and bring something new to the table. Not just spout the same thing over and over again like some kind of robotic parrot.

Mate, I tell ya, Rugby Australia has made a deadset shocker of a decision by appointing Eddie Jones as head coach.

I'm telling ya, this is just what the Wallabies don't need, mate. A coach who can come in and shake things up, but for the worse. I'm sure Jones will be able to whip the boys into shape and turn them into a bunch of robots, following his every command and losing their individuality, mate. And let's not forget about Jones' tactical nous, I mean, what's the use of having a coach who only focuses on statistics and not the human aspect of the game, mate.

In short, Rugby Australia's decision to appoint Eddie Jones as head coach is a deadset disaster. Anyone who disagrees is just a flaming galah, they just don't know what they're talking about. It's time for Rugby Australia to rack off bouncer, and get a coach that understands the game and the players, mate.

Being "not re-appointed" as a coach? Oh, how fancy. Let's call it what it really is - a politically correct way of saying "fired". Because, after all, what's the point in being straightforward when we can beat around the bush and use euphemisms, right?

And don't even get me started on the "consequences" of not being re-appointed. Oh, the horror! The coach might have trouble finding a job in the future. Heaven forbid! I'm sure no one has ever faced challenges in their career before.

In conclusion, let's not sugarcoat things and call a spade a spade. If a coach isn't being re-appointed, it's the same thing as being fired. The end.

I would explain that my taste in music is quite eclectic. I have a particular fondness for grunge music from the years 1992-1994, as well as for the band Metallica.

My favourite songs are:

• "Alive" by Pearl Jam - I love the raw energy and emotion in Eddie Vedder's vocals, and the song's lyrics about feeling alive and making the most of life resonate with me.
• "Black Hole Sun" by Soundgarden - I love the song's dark, atmospheric sound and Chris Cornell's distinctive voice. The lyrics, which are open to interpretation, are also quite intriguing.
• "Master of Puppets" - I love the song's heavy, intense guitar riffs and the way the band builds up tension throughout the song. The lyrics about addiction and losing control also resonate with me.
• "One" - I love the song's powerful, emotional lyrics and the way the band seamlessly blends heavy metal with orchestral elements. The lyrics, which are based on a novel, convey a powerful anti-war message.
• "Enter Sandman" - I love the song's iconic guitar riff and the way the band uses different tempos and styles to keep things interesting. The lyrics, which deal with nightmares and fear, are also intriguing.

Does anyone else here appreciate grunge music? I mean, it's not just a musical genre, it's a way of life, man. I love grunge because it was at the peak of my life, and it reminds me of all the good times I had back then. It's like a time machine that takes me back to a time when everything was simpler.

And let's face it, the music of today just doesn't have the same soul and grit as grunge did. The 90s were a golden age for alternative music, and grunge was the crown jewel of that era. I mean, how can you not love bands like Nirvana, Pearl Jam, Soundgarden, or Alice in Chains? They were the real deal, man.

For me, it's important to live in the past and constantly listen to the same music because it's a way to stay connected to a time when everything was more authentic and my life less sad. It's like I'm holding on to a piece of my youth, and I don't want to let it go. Besides, grunge is timeless, it never gets old, and it always hits me in the feels.

And don't even get me started on those boomers who are still stuck in the late sixties. I mean, come on, guys, it's time to catch up to the 90s already. The music was better, the fashion was better, everything was better. The boomers just can't accept that their time has passed, and they're stuck in the past, living in a world that no longer exists.