There’s a certain lapse in memory as to just how f**ked the Broncos are. I mean no offence either.
After a few morning coffees Sundee I’m off into town for an emergency first responder authorised bet at the tab.
At least on the figures tonight, I’m looking forward to turning a lazy $50 into something less humble and then with little or no genuine risk and cash assured, off to buy parts for the hobby car or service one of the daily drivers.
On the way back, pull into the old fish and chip shoppe for the meal deal with crab sticks and dry prawn cutlet. Full sugar Coke please.
After family time, maybe some work from home, off to the garage to listen to the game ( destroying car in process) whilst the broncos forwards get on with the job of f**king about and paying for my easy day.
The simple things in life are often the best.
With five minutes to go and the game safely in hand, I will walk slowly up to the house and log onto the pc to watch the final five minutes live so as not to miss the boys hugs at the end and the standard Brooks interview. “ grunt grunt, the boys dug deep in the second half and found a way grunt grunt. No, we are a tight knit team, grunt grunt, love qld, everyone’s been great, thanks for having me, grunt”
A channel 9 shot of Sheensy sitting next to Madge with glib expression from Tim pondering why Madge had the temerity to drop Doogie from 5/8 all the weeks ago for the sake of a couple of jagged wins. Gus says
“ it’s been a tough season for them, they look at that game and wonder what could have been this year” Another fine cliche from Mr Football.
Then a quick interview with Tuki on debut and him saying “ grunt, it’s another level, it was great to almost score a try on debut and have my family here, grunt grunt grunt”
Yep, tomorrow is the day we turn the corner and get back to our scintillating junior smug bashing best.