Right through to the end of the last World Cup game, I still couldnt bear the thought of not being perfect or letting people down.

The conversation topic in my head is not what role I should play; it is whether I am going to play at all.

I don't like kicking the ball a lot.

I'm pretty aware that the pursuit of perfection is, inherently, a flawed concept.

Playing the game, representing the team, giving my all and never letting go has meant everything to me.

I only get the points because I have team-mates who do the work and put me in the position to get them.

Those Aussie rugby fans are a bunch of sore losers. I hate 'em all.