Dashing Trimble lets in chink of light

ON a night when no Irish player dared hold their head high walking away from the Yarrow Stadium, there were nonetheless a few in green who could have justifiably done so.

In any circumstances, Andrew Trimble’s shift out on the wing should have been deemed terrific. In the most testing of environments of an All Black onslaught, his performance was all the more impressive.

Understandably the Ulster winger was loath to engage in any self back-slapping, insisting that Saturday wasn’t a night for smiles. He was just content that Ireland’s defeat wasn’t as severe as he had feared for a time.