In the Wallaby dressing room, Eales was known as Nobody's, an appellation that confused outsiders until one of his team-mates spilled the beans. "As in Nobody's perfect," the whistleblower explained.

Ah, those fun-loving Wallabies, but you could kind of see their point. Eales wasn't just the outstanding lock in world rugby at the time, but he appeared flawless in every other regard, as well. He was the consummate diplomat. He was a brilliant leader. He was a hugely likeable individual. He could kick goals. He was, well, perfect.