PHENOMENAL COMEBACK...I am in FOOTY HEAVEN but my FREO friends are in FOOTY HELL!!!

OH MY FRIGGIN FOOTY BALLS...did you see that coming? gee have to say that was the most heroic and inspirational comeback i have seen  in a long time. tipped port by 23 before the match but by half time i was almost stunned into not being able to collect my thoughts. freo were tough, they were physical, they were everywhere and they were smashing us. they closed us down and went on the rampage only to blow their chances at goal. had they kicked straight and been up by about 40 points perhaps the mental strength to dig deep and believe the job could be done would have been lost. but at half time i thought it is not impossible, we were still in the game and i thought to myself this could go two ways...ugly or the boys will dig deep and rise. and rise they did. rise from the ashes like the majestic power phoenix. it seemed as though it was a game of jekyll and hide, black and white, arctic ice to blistering sun, rough to smooth and the analogies could go on but i have run out of them, hee,hee...besides they were getting lame. 

     well viewers i was watching this game in the comfort of our home coz we were banned from the footy get together place (thanks to son number two). he just gets soooo emotional and he just can't take it but then again he is only 11. but listening to the first half from my place you would have thought i was the child. frustration caused me to call the freo players morons and the umpires rubbish and sandilands a monster and i think i might have even used the f-bomb plus hell. and yes at half time son number two confident in victory ( and why wouldn't he be?) came to console me and smother me in kisses and hugs. he did inform me a few times he didn't like my attitude, (which was a bit rich coming from him considering what i have had to put up with in the past). had i given up? had i you may wonder? well i was beginning to think that perhaps it would be moi taking my freo born boys to the MCG next week to watch their team. i had the offer of freo membership numbers but thought i would just wait and see the game played out...yes wait and see, wait and see and what a good decision that turned out to be.

      so here is a bit of advice for you viewers. it is not over till the siren sings and players collapse in a heap from pure devastation or jump for joy in jubilation...isn't that right? and you know who you are. yes one of my freo friends took the liberty ( she will remain anonymous) to facebook me at half time from the game to express how much she was loving it. can you believe that? sink the boot in...twist the dagger just a teeny tiny bit. i have to admit i looked at that and felt compelled to strike back. but instead i retorted with don't post until the final siren, how very dare you, lol...trying to pretend that i could take it, hee,hee. and lo and behold the switch was  flicked and the power surge began and my belief that they would out run and run freo into the defeat came to fruition. yes burgo is a bloody genius. its all about the peaking viewers, peak at the wrong time and it could spell disaster, blah,blah,blah..yeah i am such an expert.
     two third quarter goals and four in total from graylow saw the ascent and rise take shape. the run was back the swarm gathered strength and port were back to the tough, contested never give up footy they promised. i wish i had been a fly on the wall to hear what ken had to say because whatever it was it certainly ignited the team to get up and fight the port adelaide way. as the team ascended the stairway to footy heaven, son number two and the freo faithful began their descent into footy hell, two points ahead at three quarter time faith had been restored and belief had returned. the turn around was nothing short of phenomenal. i have to say my heart sank when jonas was subbed off at half time but the players rose to meet the challenge head on resulting in a spectacular finish. the lead changing, freo getting within five points and then some inspiring goals...wingard go wingard...shulz hanging on to the mark, white lightning and polec to add the icing to the cake. and then the final siren, fist pumping, yelling, hysterical tears from a devastated freo boy. as sad as it was for him i was ecstatic. should i be ashamed of myself? am i a horrible mamma? no folks just a very passionate footy fan and you gotta just support your team, come children or not, lol. so after consoling a very distressed boy and putting him to bed what is an ecstatic fan suppose to do? go to her sisters and watch the replay on foxtel. and that is exactly what i did. end of story...onward to the G, dare not to dream...dare to believe...we are port adelaide!!!