Quigs
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I got home late from the rehydration station last night. The night before the bar manager bet his left nut that the Sharks game was to start at 7.30pm on the "Fox"
Well I pulled me bar stool in at 7pm - hit the super saturday $2.00 pots and commenced my pre match warm up. Long story short. Newcastle -v- that other team came on.. and well lets just say it was rivetting TV. have not laughed so much for a long time. I was hoping a little snowy haired chappy would run onto the field and start slapping a few people.
Then came our game. 9.30pm kick off on Fox. We all know what happend - home after midnight.
Well I hit the sack and then whilst in Z land I remembered seeing a dominant forward pack busting up the middle, opposition forwards backstepping as our gladiators took control. behind the juggernaut was two little generals working in sync directing, scheming, taunting their opponents.
Backs with blistering pace, accepting sweet passes in gaps so wide you could get lost. Wave after wave of blue black and white raids, swooping down on a hapless fullback.
The referee exhausted from blowing his whistle to award shark tries....
it was a magical time - even though I was asleep, I couldnt help but smile. I think I even yelled out - Go you good things, go you sharkies.
Then I woke up...... reality set in and I went for a piss.
The moral of the story, is ..... I better get my boxing gloves back off Poiner.
Even in my dreams the Sharks of 06 are letting me down.
And next time you visit the Piney ask the one nutted bar manager, what time the footy is on.