Meanwhile at Coogee beach Damien Hardwick (Dimma) is surveying the ruck stocks in preparation for the second game in as many weeks at Optarse Sands Stadium.
Dimma: Nank? Nank!!! NANK!!!
Toby Nankervis (Nank): Yes coach?
Dimma: How's the knee? You ready to play?
Nank: Yep. The clean out and stapling and the insertion of a new titanium steel rod through the knee and up into the groin went as well as can be expected. I just beep going into and out of clothes shops now. Very annoying. Should be good for West Coast!
Dimma: You sure?
Nank: Yep - Right as rain!
Dimma: Let's see. Ivan? Ivan!! IVAN!!!
Ivan Soldo (IS): Hey Dimma, what do you want?
Ivan Maric (IM): (Simultaneously) Yes Damien?
Dimma: Thanks guys. I mean Big Ivvy.
IS and IM: (Simulataneoulsy) Yep?
Dimma: No! *Points at Ivan Maric* YOU are Big Ivvy, *points at Ivan Soldo* You are little Ivvy.
IS: But I'm bigger than you cuz!
IM: Yeah but I'm older.
IS: So? Bigger is bigger. I am Big Ivvy.
IM: I'm your older cuz, and your coach, so I say you are Little Ivvy which makes me Big Ivvy!
IS: Rock, paper, scissors for it?
Dimma: No. Shut up you too. Bloody idiots! Ivan Soldo - Go run some sand dunes will ya.
IS: Yes coach. *as he runs away he directs a glare at Ivan Maric* Best of three. Rock, paper scissors at the Coogee hotel after dinner!
Dimma: Big Ivvy, please take Nank here and test his knee.
IM: Yes Damien. Come on Nank!
*Ivan Maric grabs a cricket bat out of the equipment bag and proceeds to beat Nank's knee with it furiously for 5 minutes*
IM: How does that feel Nank?
Nank: *lying on the sand with bits of broken cricket bat scattered around him* All good. No pain. Waste of a good cricket bat though!
IM: Great - I'll tell Damien you are right to go!