LeagueNut - Kiwis
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McCoy
This is a story about Richard.
Richard is an up-and-coming young reporter for a respected Rugby League publication. Hes done his study, paid his dues and was ready to get out amongst the clubs and the fans.
His first solo assignment sounded pretty straight forward. He was sent out to visit a few Sydney clubs, trying to uncover the background unsung heroes who are often the heart and soul behind the scenes. Theres one at every club hed been told, so get out there and write about them.
It was going to be a bit of a fluffy piece, but Richard was just happy to be out on his own and he knew hed get to the good stuff later on.
So Richard rocked up to the Panthers, and after a few questions, he was directed towards an old man working in the gear shed.
The old man looked up with suspicious eyes. The names McCoy he said.
And what do you do here, Mr McCoy?
Im a Cone Stacker
Interesting what does a Cone Stacker do?
Well, you know those little orange cones? They need me to place them out on the field before they start their training, and then stack them up in the corner once theyre done. Its a great job you know, its a really important part of the daily routine. Thats a Cone Stacker!
Richard duly recorded everything the old man said, but couldnt help feeling he was short a few of his marbles.
His next stop was the Eels. Once again, the club secretary directed him towards the gear shed.
The names McCoy said the old man inside.
Wow are you any relation to the McCoy at the Panthers?
Yep hes my brother
And what do you do here, Mr McCoy?
Im a Sock Tucker
Really? What does a Sock Tucker do?
Quite simple young man I take the socks once theyre washed and dried, and tuck them up before the boys need them. Everyone likes their socks tucked a certain way, and Im here to make sure it happens. The boys just cant live without their perfectly tucked socks. A Sock Tucker!
Richards next stop was the Bulldogs. This time he bypassed the secretary and headed straight for the training grounds, where he found an old man rustling around with a bag of old footy boots.
Hello do you work here?
The names McCoy
Really? Are you any relation to the other McCoys at the Panthers and the Eels?
Yep, theyre my brothers
And what do you do here, Mr McCoy?
Im a Cork Soaker
OK, and what does a Cork Soaker do?
Well, you see, weve found that old corks work really well to help us treat foot injuries. We just cut up pieces of cork, soak it in this barrel of medicine, and push it into the players boots theyll be right as rain in no time. Im no doctor, I dunno how it works, but the team swears by it so thatll do me. Thats a Cork Soaker!
Finally Richard was off to the Roosters. He talked his way past the secretary and headed straight for the gear room but this time, he found everything neatly tidied and put away. He ventured out to the training grounds, but there wasnt another soul in sight. Even the training grounds looked pristine, almost untouched, with a hint of lavender fragrance in the air.
As he turned to head for the exit, he spotted a young chap tending to a garden at the side of the building.
Richard couldnt believe his eyes. As he walked closer, he noticed a name badge on the gardeners shirt McCoy
Thats amazing he said. Ive been to three different clubs and met three different McCoys
One was a Cone Stacker, one was a Sock Tucker, and one was a Cork Soaker. So what do you do here?
The gardener stood up and proudly announced in his best Oxford Street accent
Darling, Im the
real McCoy
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669 words in the official counter. Inspiration taken from here. GO THE KIWIS!!