I've just climbed down from a proverbial tree outside the All Blacks' midweek training ground in London ahead of their final Grand Slam Test and here's the latest skinny on Grumpy Henry and the McBlacks.

Shhhh, but have you heard that track by The Killers called Smile Like You Mean It? Well, I've just watched the McFlurries (McBlacks in a panic) running around the practice park with this lot blaring (on continuous loop) for about 2 hours and 45 minutes.

It's bloody Baltic out there but I tell you, I'm smiling like it's 1973 and I think Graham Henry's mental preparations for the Chokers might have something hiding in it.

It's either that or something in the white lines (of the field) that Danny and the lads kept inhaling.

No chokers here! These fellas didn't look anything like the regular All Black chokers we all know. Richie McCaw looked all fire and brimstone and hardly a shadow of the man we saw against France in the quarter-finals of the Rugby World Cup in 2007.

Good on The Killers, because we know they're not soft in the head. The Killers don't choke around, do they?

I almost thought I saw Grumpy Henry crack a smile? But no, that can't be, can it?

I don't think the old choke chain's going to pull the ABs down on Saturday. They look like they been properly pep-talked out of their normal shakes, rattles and rolls. I'd say that after almost three hours up a tree listening to The Killers, you, me and the All Blacks are smiling like we mean it!

Anyway, who really gets all choked up when the crowd lashes into When The Saints Go Marching In?