North Harbour vs Northland Northland Events Centre, Whangarei 4:35pm, Sunday 8 August 2010
25	24
Try: M Luamanu Con: M Harris Pens: M Harris (3), B Botica (2) Drop Goal: B Botica	Tries: B Heem, D Holwell, D Budd Cons: L Munro (3) Pen: L Munro
Halftime: 13 - 21

It's not widely known that harbourrugby.com's super sleuth reporter from yesteryear, MacDaddy, is good mates with the man who carries the gearbag of the man who carries the gearbags of the North Harbour B's assistant coach. The reason it's not widely known is because it's possibly just been made up, but regardless of this technicality, MacDaddy was offered exclusive access to the Harbour changing room before the game, at halftime, and at the final whistle. Here's his report:

PRE-MATCH
Dowd: Right, boys. Big game today. Pressure's on. Upsets all over the place aren't helping our cause. Lookin' down the barrel. Season hangin' in the balance and it's only week two. Fresh tactics, fresh energy. I want you to go out there and line up in the middle of the park, turn yourselves round, drop to your knees and push your arses into the air. Those Northland lads will lace up the largest pair of boots they own, take a big long run up, and ram those big steel-capped shitkickers right up your bungholes. You blokes will turn around and say, 'Thank you, Dearest Blues Brethren, and please do it again only with greater vigour.' This pattern will repeat until the 38th minute of the first half. Then I want you c*nts to grab a sneaky one before the turnaround. Lua, you do the honours.
Wilson: Don't be afraid to have a run.

HALF-TIME
Dowd: Top notch. Great work, guys. Stick to the plan and we'll be right. Chambers, you were our rock last year, so I hope I can rely on you to miss a few tackles and get sat on your arse a few times. Ants, bit of delaying tactics needed from you, mate. Slow the pill down, get yourself binned. Attaboy. Fehi, lad, you looked much too good last week so I want you to keep on forcing those unnecessary passes, going on crazy runs away from your support, and turning it over. Front row - keep plugging away, you look reasonable. Harry, take a few to the line, run hard, knock over a couple of kicks, then I'll sub you for Bots. Around the 70 minute mark, I reckon we'll be trailing, but not by much so I'll bring in some fresh blood who'll cause some carnage. Pastry, you run hot and cold so why don't you come on and play the best ten minutes of your life. Bots, don't be shy about missing a droppie. That should take us up to about the 79th minute, then we'll string together four uninterrupted minutes and eighty-six phases of superb rugby and Bots can break their hearts. How's that? Good. Now, off you f**k.
Wilson: Don't be afraid to have a run.

FULLTIME
Dowd: Never in doubt. Beer?
Wilson: Don't mind if I do.