The Sables came, saw and dismantled. The defending champions were in bullish mood. Dismantling the clueless Moroccan Atlas Lions who could barely roar. Some thoughts from the game.
Ian Prior, WOW, 8 out of 8 their is simply no substitute for a good boot, in mortal kombat terms flawless. The man who continues to pull the strings the mastery of an orchestra conductor. He made it look so easy, barely broke a sweat, overhead passes, making a risky pigeonhole pass to open the try legion. His tactical kicking was even more punishing as he picked every piece of space with that weighted foot of his. The Lions coach must have felt totally clueless on how to respond to the former skipper of the Western force.
Tapuwa Mafura, like an ugly wealthy man with little decorum, always makes very glamorous pronouncements to the discomfort of any other guest. That is what the opposition feel like dealing with him. He did open up the try account for the Sables, then following it up with barn storming runs in the second half including nailing a tactical 50/22. He then kept on popping up allover the grass with a dummy here, a step here. Industry going forward.
The maul, mauling wins good games. The atlas lions started off strong in that department and were keeping the defending champions at bay. They lost shape and never recovered. From then on the Sables mastered their own game.
Kicking games, Sables got the points and nooks clear. Most of the territory the green and white covered was off the boot. Anyone who stops that will have a field game.
On they match to the semifinal.
