I see another pattern; we get behind in the first ten minutes. Then for the next seventy minutes we play mistake riddled, panicky, hot potato, trying to score off every ball, without setting up a win by doing the hard yards and laying the platform. What was Lussick trying to do, passing the ball on the third tackle on his own twenty metre line? You're a front row FORWARD!! Get it? T-Rex you're allowed to run with the ball pal, it ain't netball. Sheesh! You're getting paid (very well) to do a job. DO IT!! If you don't want to be here, bugger off! Go and play with the bubbles in the Jacuzzi of excellence over in Belmore.