well viewers the big day arrived. i spent most of the day keeping myself busy...basketball duties, slow cooked sticky asian lamb (compliments of a facebook share...allelujah for social media!!!) which incidentally was a huge win in the culinary stakes. had my nieces and sister come over before bounce down (they only stayed for the first quarter). sister was complaining i was too loud...true, my voice could shatter glass and it is a well known fact that i don't have to try too hard with my naturally loud volume...see i was born with it for a reason... to communicate my footy passion!!!
first quarter the blues came out of the blocks and i could hear with my extra sensory perception rumblings far and wide...OMG slow start, such a problem, a weakness that they haven't yet fixed...blah,blah,blah. but actually folks i wasn't too fazed, yes they got off to a good start but in the back of my mind i knew they would not be able to sustain that for four quarters. son number two was in his guersney, scarf and hat. and yes he was beginning to show the signs of a meltdown and i had to remind him to relax. sister and nieces left and we were staring at a first quarter deficit of twenty two points. have to say that ollie wines was amazing, such strength and determination for one still in his teen years. polec showed us why he was such a good pick up. i watched him in the trial game against the crows and was impressed with his kicking accuracy, left footer, yes thanks.
second quarter i changed into my customary tracky dacks and slipped on the pink uggies coz they are my official from the couch threads. just like some players like to wear their lucky jocks or secretly dance to kylie minogue before they get their boots on there is no accounting for superstition or the rituals that go hand in hand with it. feeling more comfortable and quite at ease i shouted at the screen while son number two was feeling rather concerned about our neighbours next door. (well yes they are new) have to admit i miss my old one coz dave was a fellow power supporter. sometimes he and i would chat over the back fence and analyse the game and give each other our 20 cents worth. wherever you are dave, keep on cheering.
and then our saviour arrived to put us back in the game. wolfman as i have affectionately dubbed him. what a valuable, skilfull player he has developed into. arms that no longer resemble toothpicks wolfman has truly come into his own. he possesses such versatility and is bloody awesome as far as i am concerned. incidentally he happens to be son number two's favourite player and i think i am gonna have to say that now he is mine. since wilbur wilson and roger james i have not really claimed a new favourite but i reckon wolfman you have sealed the deal. strong, courageous, versatile.
the third quarter began to be the one where i was on the verge of showing signs of stress but not for the reasons you may think. yes we had a power surge and yes the blues came back and yes son number two finally cracked and spat the dummy. the fact that he is ten years old probably gives him a get out of jail footy card but seriously folks it is not much fun when he begins losing the plot. yes i am loud, yes i am passionate and yes i get frustrated with the umpiring at times and perhaps he had reason. did you see the free kick count? sorry but some were just down right pathetic. i had to threaten to send him to his room after some unsavoury language spewed forth from his mouth when another free that he argued was not there tipped him over the edge.
then came the fourth quarter. OK OK we were within touch. i then promised to pay my boys 20 bucks each if we won...happy to part with my cash viewers because that quarter was phenomenal. it makes me wonder what will happen when everyone is in sync and firing coz to be honest we had a few that seemed to be missing in action at times. broadbent on, great move. i had been wondering where he was and when ken was going to give the word. checking the game thread on FB with my fellow PA community there certainly seemed to be a consensus regarding broady and we were right. locked into turbo gear we ran out the game and even though this will be raised countless times...dare i say it again? slow start. i loved what ken hinkley had to say about his running team...you better be prepared to run for four quarters...hell yeah, thankyou burgo and thankyou guys for making the weekend doubly pleasant as far as footy goes. i sent my request out to the footy gods and they answered. let the showdown begin!!!
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