The weekend’s hit low-rent comedy was a National party promotional clip. Stuffed into a Crusaders jersey, too much boerworst and too little casing, was Chris Luxon doing his super-busy CEO walk and reading from his cue cards about his deep love for insert name here.
I loved them since I was a little boy, declared the man who was born 26 years before Super Rugby and the Crusaders came into being.
It was typically dismal, but also worth it for the jibes imagining that very first game when young Chris was allowed as an extra special treat to stay up after tea to cheer on his beloved Crusaders, sitting in Dad’s lap, a wide-eyed lad of 26.
