What a day.
First the Socceroos fail, falling to Germany 4-0. Then my SANFL team loses. THEN...
the Pies draw with the Demons.
THE DEMONS!
The mighty Demons, whose average age is 13, weight 64 kilos and has about 3 games under their belt. But that bloody 'youthful enthusiasm' can get you at any time.
I didn't need lunch anyway, might as well throw it up. Who needs life-enriching nutrients if your team can't win against a shit one... is there anything to live for?
I thoroughly enjoyed the thousands of cuts to Dean Bailey in the coaches' box. This is obviously far more gratifying than watching someone line up for goal, or a bounce in the forward fifty. Those shots of him still as a statue and reviewing his notes were intense, moving moments.
Devastation rating 6/10. Wasn't a final so you can't put it up past an 8. But it was against a crap team and we had 2349809283742 chances to win it so it's pretty bad. Certainly not wrap-my-car-around-a-pole-bad but definitely not good.
Until next time,
b&w.
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