well that was a much better effort don't you think? not that i saw the bullies thrashing. fortunately for moi i was at an arts conference serenely printmaking until i saw the score and accidentally stabbed myself with the linocutter. oh dear. and a big oh ouch, damn you guys don't you know i carry the scar of your out of form effort drenched with printing ink as my reminder?...Ok time to move on, i have seen worse but i ain't heading down that pathway, i refuse, absolutely refuse, although some were obviously trying to bait us. weren't they? you would think that no team had experienced a fall from grace before they hit their target of premiership glory? and that is what we have to suck up folks. but we are a strong, loud and proud bunch and will turn up even when we are suffering the ill effects of the flu. i wonder who that could have been? hee,hee.
i watched the game enthused by the first quarter effort and overall toughness that permeated the field to wash away the doubters. well done lads. and through my flu infested coughs i still managed to reach record decibels. just ask white lightning aka matty white whom acknowledged my loud efforts with a wave and indeed the lady army loved that. achee had a fabulous game. he is a big bodied midfielder that can add some grunt to our engine room. and what about that handball folks? oh my frigging footyballs that is surely a secret weapon. overall a better performance but i for one was struggling to work out who number eleven was. and lo and behold i could not believe my eyes when i saw the butch. one great goal which i praised the footy gods for ( pity he couldn't repeat that effort) but he works hard, crashes the packs and gets the ball to ground. just a gentle reminder butch, you were actually in the forward line not the backline so no more punching the ball away when you can mark it. good to see him get a dose of confidence.will he stay or will he be gone? time will tell.
my only complaint besides having the flu is those darn pesky kids who always seem to score the footys at the end of the match. so can someone kindly lend me a child, preferably a cute one and of toddler size so i can hoist him/her upon my shoulders and be in the running for a much coveted football. i know...triple shame on me. until the next game viewers, which will be in melbourne (and incidenatlly i will be there) i don't know whether to be afraid, really afraid. tough assignment but as my little sista tweeted last round, i expect to see no running away and 22 pairs of hardened balls on that field. embrace the opportunity men and play like you haven't missed out on the finals.
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