I suggest you write to referee boss Finch about your sprinting on the balls of your feet theory. He’ll no doubt consult a bunch of experts, call for a pile of videos and counsel his referees accordingly.

I counted what I thought were 9 refereeing mistakes in the match and I haven’t bothered to count which team was favoured most. Personally I think you had more to complain about in some of the other decisions. Darren Lockyer said in his column he only concerns himself with things he can influence and he can’t influence refereeing decisions.

I think it’s time we moved on too and hope the refs do a better job next time.

Here’s Doug Howlett, Bryan Habana and a a RU Lismore flyer. They might all use a claw strike action, but I can’t imagine their heel stays off the ground for the whole time throughout the stride. Gravity would put impossible strain on your muscles, surely!

When I find a side-on of Jarryd Hayne in the relevant position running freely, I’ll certainly let you know. Now to set you going again, here is Hayne front-on, just after the tell-tale moment. He is very springy in his stride, as I said, but I still can’t believe he ran entirely on the balls of his feet. It would simply require too much energy to beat gravity like that IMHO.

I think the problem in the “no try” ruling is that when Bill Harrigan has made up his mind there no longer is any doubt.

The other thing is I’ve been thinking about Sean’s lesson on sprinting technique. Now I know why I spent my own undistinguished career with my head stuck in the second row!

For those interstate vistors who wish to raise their Latin to a level suiting a sojourn in St Petersburg, please note that we in Victoria say stadia for the plural of stadium.

Being correct about these small things will lessen the tedium of your visit. Terribly sorry, but my fellow Victorian pedants just cannot help themselves and will correct the tiniest flaw.

Melbourne is the Sports Capital of the World. We welcome your tired and huddled masses, yearning to pay fees. Let the turnstiles turn. Let the virus spread its love across the land.

Let thousands learn to say “Etty – Had”. Let them pack our hostelries and inns; let them crowd our trains, trams and coaches. May they bring their bulging wallets which we’ll empty anon.

Come one, come all. Bread and circuses? No – we give you the Etty-Had Experience. Come on down and be Had.