It is 29 minutes gone, last day in the only month that counts. Dees are 10 points down. Preuss positions himself perfectly for a clear tap to the running Viney. Only he inexplicitly completely misses the ball. Shame Maxy is out due to the AFL investigting the cause of his remarkable skinfolds. The Hawks swoop and swiftly move the ball to another bloody Buckenara forty out on a slight angle. Fortunately this time Buckys kick is slightly offline. So its 11 points now, less than a minute remaining. Everyone knows you go down the middle when all hope is lost,  and thats what TMac sets out to do. Only the kick  slews off the side of his boot and tumbles toward the boundary for a certain, out on the full. Only a change of breese keeps it drifting in the air and one long skinny arm reaches out and somehow plucks it centimetres from the line, Omacs moves quickly  to the rampaging Petracca, the overlap is on. Some say it was Oskar Baker who recieved the handball, it sure looked like his number but something about the lopping graceful stide and the deadly blind turn had someone in the crowd shout, "its the ghost of Robbie". Onwards one bounce, two and now three, the ghost looks up to the leading Hogan, a Demon again again, his demons now gone. Surely he will pass, Hogans directly in front. But on runs the ghost and sixty from home the torp finds its mark. A goal it is with seconds to go. Five points screams a kid, but time ticks on. No one with ever know what the free kick was for but Hogan now stands 20 from goal, directly in front. And with that one kick 60 years of misery is finally no more.

Medication does have side effects.  

wtf...?

45 minutes ago, Sir Why You Little said:

wtf...?

Makes you look like an intellectual ...... sorry, sorry sorry, can't help myself. My avatar made me do it !!