One of my abiding memories of YMML will be a day very similar as one described, approaching Rwy 27 in the cripple (777) with a lightish load....
Next thing all hell breaks loose with PWS shouting at us, and the skipper (a seasoned and rather embittered NZ compatriot) muttered "You
f@cker!....going around!"....... inadvertently however, he managed to transmit said description to the tower..
In a flood of tears and snot....I managed to repeat the second part of the transmission before dissolving back into my giggling schoolgirl impression.