Feek tips the scales up front

IT was nearly two hours after the final whistle before Jonathan Sexton emerged from the Leinster dressing-room one last time and into an impatient mixed zone desperate for the lowdown from the man of the hour.

As he spoke, few reporters deigned to glance sideways at the bald Kiwi with a goatee whose input at half-time was, in practical terms, far more critical to the reversal in Leinster’s fortunes.

For 40 minutes, Greg Feek had looked on horrified as the scrum he had done so much to improve this season cracked as it had in last year’s semi-final at Toulouse.