Think that last sentence is a little unfair. Vaulks is a headless chicken that makes Harry Arter look composed, and Bacuna is Bacuna, but Pack, Ralls and Bowen (when he plays) all regularly show for the ball and come deep. They just get completely chinned off because Flint has spotted a ball on in the sixth row of the stand (or because Mick has told them to launch it whenever they have it).