I deliberately avoided posting something here about the match. Why? I don't know. Pain, or something like that. Not physical pain (unless you ate my chili, in which case, my condolences — but I told you it was spicy) but that pain of "It's over, isn't it?"
What did our beloved Claret and Cobalt do the evening of March, 10th? They did what they trained for. They did what they most wanted. They did what they are capable of. They “came to score” (The Aggrolites).