I'VE been wondering what, if anything, could ever make Wales captain Sam Warburton lose his head.

Winning a World Cup quarter final? Just another day at the office, thanks.

Dealing with the French? We'll play our way.

Getting to the final and facing the mighty All Blacks? We'll worry about that later.

When it comes to Cool Cymru, he's ice cool - and what a great sign for the next couple of weeks.

So here, with apologies to Rudyard Kipling, is Sam's mantra for the rest of us, because while the team is all business and level head on the pitch, the pharmaceutical companies must be making a mint out of hypertension medication sales to Wales fans at the moment: "If you can keep the ball when all about you Are losing theirs and blaming it on you; If you can trust your scrum when all men doubt you, But make allowance for their doubting too; If you can ruck and not be tired by waiting, Or, being penalised, can keep your discipline, Or, being slated, don't give way to slating, And yet don't sell France short, nor leave your line...

If you can fill the unforgiving minute With sixty seconds' worth of jinking run - Yours is the Cup and everything that's in it, And - which is more - you'll be a legend son!"

THERE are some deep dilemmas in a number of Aussie households, such as that of my old Valleys schoolfriend and Queenslander of almost 30 years, Debbie.

She has persuaded her very Aussie husband to don a Wales top for some matches, but now fears a collision course which would split her house right down the middle.

Another of her Welsh-raised Australian pals say her children refer to themselves as supporting Waustralia.

After the Wallabies' stunning performance yesterday, Debbie's fears may well come true.

GREAT to hear Warren Gatland's response to Kiwi speculation that the All Blacks might headhunt him as a replacement for Graham Henry if they fail to lift the trophy again.

"I am staying with Wales unless they decide to sack me," he said.

We'll hold you to that, Gats.

AND finally...

WHEN it comes to England's exit, Eddie Butler summed it up well for me yesterday.

"You can only get away with excess if you are winning," he wrote.

That's the trouble with winning ugly. Now, it's just plain ugly.