I’m all chips in emotionally today for a Dees win. High risk, high reward.
This year was going to be my 5yo girls’ first real game at the G; for obvious reasons this won’t happen. So I’ve earmarked today’s high-stakes match against the Filth as our ‘going to the footy day’. Shortly we will construct the ‘Demons Train’ out of 3 cardboard boxes to emulate catching the train to Jolimont. The girls have their footy jumpers on already and colour coordinated outfits. They even made little scarves out of tissue ribbons for their cuddly toys.
My darling partner, who had no interest in footy, will be the ‘pie lady’, kindly providing home made beef & mushroom pies and pork & sage sausage rolls for dinner at half time. Bless.
The kids are blindly confident, nothing less than victory could create emotional turmoil right on bed time. Or elation. I am confident, not blindly, rather knowing that we have the goods to win today and I’ll tuck the girls in tonight with a smile knowing we’ve beaten the Old Enemy!
My emotional contingency in the event of defeat will be the comfort of pies and snag rolls in my tummy!
PS: my old man (Grandpa) is a Filth supporter, adding to the pressure...