Matt Dunning's better than people give him credit for. He's got a bit of flair about him. Once he settles more and improves his scrummaging (which he has been for the last year) he'll be a gun player.
Here's a pretty rough translation of a match report of the morrocco game someone posted on the planet rugby message board:
The Moroccan rugbymen were too large, very strong, more technical and had, in addition, an irreproachable physical condition. In short, they were well above the Madagascar Makis, who truly suffered.
Morroco come to sit on supremacy. The final score of 62 to 36 in known as length on the aspect of the meeting. In other words, and without wanting to claim to be able to compete with Springboks South-African and All Black New Zealand, Moroccan Rugby has real qualities that neither aggressiveness nor the great class of José N´ont succeeded in making doubt.
They had come to gain and they did in front of a public of Mahamasina (stadium in Antananarivo, capital of Madagascar) estimated at more than 30.000 hearts which, fair-play, recognized after the final whistle of the French ref matter of Rugby, Madagascar has still way to make.
Even if on this last point, Moroccan technical staff remained admiring in front of the talent of José, who carried out one with fault with his 7 penalties. In spite of a wound with a knee, the captain offered the first Malagasy test to his companion before carrying out the second.
Lorsquil managed to bore the lines postpone Moroccan (70è) with slalom as only the large players can do it. The score at the half-time from 24 to 19 in favour of the visitors allowed d´ailleurs to provide the illusion of a bus of speed. Makis had solid arguments to resell.
Without a light hesitation in race end, Coconut (this appears to be someone's name - Hannibal), with L'issue and déboulé on the right side, was capable to mark a test.
Between Short dream and reality, and when they put the manner at it, the Madagascans could do something, in particular the loads which reflect with evil a Moroccan formation which did not compete with such an opposition.
But between the dream and reality, Makis went down from their tree to assist, impotent with a road roller Moroccan author and true festival towards the end of the part.
That of which it can not be completely wrong since the difference on the level of the gauge was obvious and was hazardous to want to face the Morrocans in duel. The part ended on a heavy defeat of Makis but, beautiful players, the public offered a standing ovation to them, which could be only an expression of great encouragement.
