Pivac Must Go!

The French Army in 1940 put up more of a fight than our lot on Saturday, the performances thus far have been piss poor. Sadly for North Harbour we are unlikely to be able to call on the resources of the United Kingdom, USA, Canada, Russia and the forces of the Commonwealth to come to our aid.

What relevance the above paragraph has is unknown and probably just a load of cobblers. Though in hindsight a group shoe craftsmen are also no that important.

I digress.

Pivac swans in decked out in a Hawaiian shirt, sparkling tan and tales of island hospitality in Nadi.

He has in essence delivered nothing. Perhaps the coaching qualifications in Fiji match the social climate and are a little more relaxed.

I promised him a "fair suck of the sav" before launching into him and sadly Wayne your time has come.

Get your shit together, this team is going no where on a journey to god knows where. Our forwards are in disarray and we have no reliable 9 and 10 combination.

Let's hope the rubbish served up in Napier was some sort of rouse to put the 'Kato off the scent.

Sadly I think we are doomed.

Doomed I say! Doomed!