I know. I know.
I didn't see any of that coming at all. NZ hadn't looked that impressive (and still didn't look like world-beaters) overall - for NZ, I mean - but GB just fell apart. Having two players in the bin didn't help, either (the second yellow was a bit questionable; she was already committed to the tackle and couldn't get out of the way besides, though Watmore was lucky to get away with something in the second half so it evened out).
And then Canada. How the hell can you go from whacking them one day to getting walloped like that? Fatigue? Nerves? Pure inability to turn up when the pressure's on? (my favoured theory: see also the men's gym team; 3rd going into what was supposed to be their favourite event, then...you know the rest. And it's not the only example or the only set of sports it happens in. It always seems to be a case of 'Cometh the hour, disappeareth the man' (or indeed, woman, in the Sevens) for us these days.)
I suppose I should be happy that 'Super' Tom and Dan Goodfellow didn't manage to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory (if you call bronze 'victory', which I suppose it is but only of a sort) in the synchro diving.