Chris Gleadell's Thoughts from the Chron 9th April 2008
Saints, who were never behind at any point, finally got a grip on the game with around a quarter of an hour to go. A Stephen Myler penalty edged a bit of daylight between the sides before two late, late tries from Bruce Reihana and Paul Diggin, his second of the afternoon, secured the four try bonus point that had minutes earlier had looked very unlikely.
A few of us were looking forward to the return of Carlos and his bag of tricks but the biggest sleight of hand of the afternoon came from one of our own. Nacho Lobbe's dummy pass between his own legs might not have had the same grace as the banana kick or the overhead chip but Carlos could only look on as his old club stole the day with maybe thoughts of what might have been had he still been here.
I said a couple of weeks ago that we seem to have stepped it up a bit recently and you can probably trace that marked improvement back to the narrow loss at Wasps at the end of February where we dominated proceedings. Yes there may have been the blip against Falcons at the Gardens but apart from that game we have manfully competed with the great and the good week in week out. A couple of losses may have gone our way on another day and scoring around 40 points against two (then) top four sides is not to be sniffed at. As a unit we look stronger game by game and you cannot help but notice that we have a squad that like playing for each other. The rumoured splits in the squad of the past look to have been consigned to history looking at the body language and on-field camaraderie on show.
Of course it is not all down to being the best of buddies, a few players have stepped up a notch or two lately too. Those two try scorers mentioned earlier are probably prime examples.
For my money Bruce had one of his best, if not the best, games in a Saints shirt on Saturday. Not so long ago, given his momentarily dip in form and the loss of the fullback shirt to Ben Foden you might have thought we were starting to see the beginning of the end of Bruce's Saints career. Indeed I was in that camp, sad as it would have been to see him go surely there would not be a place in the starting XV for Bruce now.
We need not have worried. Bruce went away got his nose to the grindstone and has come back, in my eyes anyway, as a born again winger and he is all the better for it. Rather than the direct runs from fullback up the centre of the pitch sucking in defenders that was his trademark Bruce looks to have more than an eye for the gap and opportunities for others opening up around him in his new position. I say ‘new' position but Bruce of course joined us after playing on the wing for both Waikato and the All Blacks but in a case of going back to the future for him he might just have found his niche for another season or two to come. On Saturdays form long may he continue.
On the other wing Paul Diggin has not stepped up a notch or two lately he has simply been on fire all season but just gets better and better as the campaign progresses. I do not know how Jim Mallinder motivates him or indeed what he puts in Digger's tea but in a short space of time he has gone from a bit part player of a Division One squad to not only nailing down a Guinness Premiership starting spot but also to be the leagues second highest try scorer so far with nine tries.
It all looked so very different not so long ago though. Yes Digger had a fairly successful Div One campaign but he had hardly set the world alight at GP level before. As other players moved on as the squad was rebuilt for the return to the top flight more than a few thought Digger would also be heading for pastures new. Shows how not only how wrong you can be but how astute our coaching team are as they saw potential in Digger waiting to be unlocked that many others did not.
Before this season most of us knew Digger as the local lad, the guy who wore his heart on his sleeve, the one player who went more mental on the pitch at a victory than we did in the stands. Of course he still has all that but just like Bruce in some respects he has gone away and added a new dimension or two to his game this season and it is certainly paying dividends for the club.
His upturn in form from an also ran to probably one of the first names on the teamsheet has surprised everyone, probably even Digger himself, but well done to him, he has proved a few of us wrong and long may his progress and strike rate continue.
CONNACHT
In a break from the league this week its all eyes back to Europe and the visit of Connacht to the Gardens on Saturday for the European Challenge Cup quarter final.
If ever there was a banana skin it is this game but history teaches us we should not take these guys lightly. I am sure a few of you remember the last time we played Connacht at home in the pool stages of the old European Conference in 1997. Despite losing heavily in Galway the month before there were few that believed that the Irish side could come to the Gardens and win to knock Saints out of the competition.
This was in the day when Saints were about as reliable as an MP's claim form though. World beaters one week, abject the next, we chose the latter when Connacht came to visit. On a dreary cold October day when it rained from start to finish Saints were found wanting. Fresh from orchestrating the Lions tour win in South Africa, at fly half Gregor Townsend had a day to forget. Despite scoring an early try overlaps and kicks were missed, passes were dropped and the Irish took full advantage. To be fair to Gregor he was not the only one as the whole team looked disjointed. However it was debatable if even Saints at their best could have stopped Connacht's coup de grace. With a line out on the Saints line the Irish side opted to put everyone into it bar the hooker throwing in and the scrum half at receiver. Not only were Saints at sixes and seven on how to defend against this they also failed to get a grip in the resulting confusion and Connacht drove over and went on for a famous win.
An Irish press report of the day pointed out how very limited Saints were and how complacency surely played a part in their downfall. I am sure the same will not happen on Saturday and I do not expect to see a thirteen-man lineout.
But who knows if it's the last throw of the dice.
And the architect of the defeat that day? A young rookie coach called Warren Gatland. Now I wonder whatever happened to him?
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