Briefly, oh so briefly...
I will ask 'what does Matthew J Fox-Watkins do, exactly? Eh?'
'Ooooooooooooh, he's got quick feet!' Yippee. My cat Minsk had fast feet. So did my hamster, named Andrew. Neither of them warranted selection in a Welsh XV though.
When he replaced the quick-footed one, Hook was dodgy and nervous and inaccurate and... well, pants. 
Until he scored a bleedin' marvellous try, that is. His was one of the longest hand-offs I've ever seen. (Though, oddly enough, there was another very good one on Saturday but, because I watched 3 games back-to-back-to-front, I can't differentiate between them and so can't say who's was the other one. Sorry.)
I thought Wales needed to run the ball almost constantly; the pack would've had to have dealt with a few more scrums because of knock-on's* but that didn't look a problem once The Fussy-Whistler made everyone bind. Again, our front row worked bludi hard and pretty smart, too. We do need to support-support-support though and, loathe though I am to say it, I thought that Gavin Thomas was tidy.
Not like Hamster-Pussy Watkins.
Gough was on form, too. We could do with a few more hairy-asked dogs like him in the Welsh regional game. Not that I'm suggesting a return to the days of Jim Scarlet, mind (ask your 44 year-old Ponty Uncle). Oh, Chocolate Fish-knives, I'm not. But a bit more grunt wouldn't go amiss now and again. Gareth Edwards tells a story of a pre-meditated call for a set scrum in the 70's; he was to shout a word on the put-in (puts-in!?) and if the word began with an 'S', the ball would go left from the scrum and the pack would know which way to rumble. He shouted 'Psychology' at one scrum only to see half the pack explode left, the other half, right. A lesson to be learned there, one feels...
Corrugated and Marmalade.
So, next Saturday, thank goodness, I for one hope to see the ball being recycled with a bit more urgency and attention to technique and a bit more running from deep. And Shane pretending to be a fruit fly. Blimey, but he's good to watch.
Now he has got quick feet....
*'knocks-on' or 'lines-out' - I'm sorry, but that is the kind of language up with which we will not put. Perhaps some grammarians or smarty-pantsers will tell me why people think that kind of nonsense necessary? And as for people who say 'I'm loving your work,' or 'I'm thinking... re-branding,' or (Gawdelpus) 'I'm seeing, y'know, lilac over there...'
Give me strength.
To strangle them, that is.