Of course, with nothing better to do after their hair appointments and tennis lessons, the female agenda bared its claws. Reckoned Campo had gone from goose step to goose. Suggested he might be a pertinent subject for the ongoing studies about the effects of concussion in sport. Said that, like one of those Japanese soldiers in the New Guinea jungle who didn't know the war had ended, he seemed to think he was still on the 1984 Grand Slam tour.

But, having hung on his every printed word, one thing is obvious: if there is to be a person in the media with the right to demonstrate he has no idea about the game, it should be Campo. You only need to have read or heard his comments on all kinds of issues to realise that he is, ummm, well, a bloke.

Yet, not even 101 games in the green and gold ensured Campo was given the respect he deserved after his insightful tweet. One foul-fingered female even called Campo a "dickhead", but the flying No.11's reflexes are still too sharp for that. He replied that he wasn't quite sure what gender the tweeter must be given such frightful language. Certainly not "a lady", hey Campo. Well, not the nice tea-making, sandwich-spreading ladies that used to make a far more useful contribution to the game in the canteen at Randwick.

Not that Campo hasn't got feelings. So hurtful were the responses he was forced to delete his tweet. Bloody trolls with their insensitive remarks.

I mean, you would think from the comments directed his way Campo was just some lug-head athlete who had not enjoyed the most enlightened possible environment as a footballer. Have people forgotten he was coached by one of Australia's foremost experts on females in the workplace, Alan Jones? Not that Campese suggested female rugby writers be placed in a hessian bag and taken out to sea. He strikes me as more of a canvas man.