To be fair, we didn't lose the game because of a bad call (or actually
I should say a call that felt like we were playing the bitch bending
over to pick up the soap in a John Holmes prison porno shower scene).
We had plenty of time to recover and, overall, I thought we did well
to regain composure. Our failure to finish did us no favours, we
coughed up the ball – a lot – and many of our passes ended up in the
feet of players on a team that poaches and counter-attacks.

Still doesn't take the sting out of the call, however, or the final result.

Still one thing is clear to me – Stephen Hart deserves to be leading this team.