I cooked a butterflied Canterbury leg of lamb for the Crusaders game on Saturday night. Seemed appropriate, put the damn thing to the slaughter and all that. Channelling the vibes to AMI Stadium in Christchurch.

The only trouble was, I did it on the barbecue with the lid down and went away, got distracted and burnt that leg to a crisp. Well, that's an exaggeration, it was edible. But Canterbury lamb got the last laugh on me, I'll admit it.

The frustrating thing about watching the Blues play the Crusaders is not that they lose. It's not even that they