Brad Thorn is my niece’s uncle. Away from the rugby paddock, he’s a quiet self-effacing mild man, the kind of man who rushes around fetching pillows and drinks for a breast-feeding mum. On the field, he’s something else entirely. He’s a monster of a man who smashes into tackles, crushes opposition scrums and leaves people flattened in his wake. The All Blacks won tonight, and he was a big part of the win. He was passionate, physical, and all over the place. Yay for the All Blacks and yay for Brad Thorn, showing them how it’s done at the great age (for a professional athlete) of 36.
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