It’s over, done and dusted for me and my 10 year old.
No more contemplative drives home from the G or that other killin ground scarf flapping from the car window like some flaccid *smile*. No more scanning that membership card in vain, no more dropped chest marks, sitting duck handballs or handballs to imaginary team mates that only the sender can see, no more “pick up that man” pointing (has anyone ever seen as big a bunch of “pointers” as the tiges?), no more high 5’s when a late futile goal is finally kicked, no more backwards side ways kicking, no more sand wedge short passes, no more shirking responsibility in front of goal, no more watching opposition faces light up as the ball goes sailing through the punt rd goals from the boot of the enemy, no more crazy arsed turn overs, no more counting sea gulls in flight from M1 as the game grinds on and on and on, no more mcmahon, edwards, polo, brown, tuck, simmonds, king, shultz, tuck, patterson, pettifer, hughs, mortin, oakley whatever, johnson, no more of any of that for at least a few months, .... if our lucky numbers come in, forever!
no more no more no more….
The only thing I’ll miss is that blind pre-game optimism one can’t help but feel and kicking the ball over smoking heads with my son outside the ground during each break.
Like a jilted lover I’ve had enough. And no amount of pre-season “shamwow” from punt rd is gunna snag this catfish like it did last year.
Until round 1, 2010, farewell you pack of useless yellow & black imposters.
And for christ sake develop some skills and put on some weight!