Imagine old mate, bombs high enough creating enough time for everyone behind him to have long black coffees, a cigarette, do their tax and casually stroll forward and bear witness to the opposing full back knocking on.
Bullet passes to a rampaging paps creating the extra man and running over Burto like he was Matterson. Cut out to Tommy and it’s Wests Tigers 46, bulldogs 0 ten out from half time.
95% of passes hitting the mark at sub Atomic level ( which only the large hadron collider can measure) instead of looping off into the fifth dimension and bouncing into the ice cream kid, only to be seen somewhere in a parallel universe by a surprised seagull in 2 millions years time.
Even buddy Rhyno has been quiet about it.
Because he’s….well he’s….hes afraid.
You must learn to love again. Open your heart to Mitchell Moses.
If
@Ned Kelly and I can join forces, so can you.
Join our courageous coalition of the willing, a song beckons:
When you walk
through the club
Hold you head up high
And don’t be afraid of Mo-ses.
Walk on, Walk on
With hope for the halves
And you’ll never walk alone.
You’ll never walk alone!
a a lone, a a lone, a a lone!