August 2: Oops, we lost by a point ... the Crusaders let it slip ...

The Crusaders, like the Raiders, nearly made the bell

The Crusaders, like the Raiders, of a win they had a smell

But the Crusaders, like the Raiders, let that win slip right away

And the Crusaders, like the Raiders, will come back another day

Now Richie is my favourite, he’s the one I love to like the least

A cheating whining Kiwi, from those islands in the east

There is only one thing I like better, that beating them in the last game

And that’s when Richie gave the penalty, yep, the captain was to blame

I remember many years ago, when the Aussies took them on

Behind when the last bell went, we all thought the game was gone

But big John Eales, he did step up, and in their side it is a a thistle

Not only did we beat them, but we did it post the final whistle

So the Tah’s they are the winners, of Rugby’s finest hour

The Crusaders go and lick their wounds, like a dead and dying flower

Maybe next year Richie’s boys can have another go

Will he come back for another bite, I really don’t think so