"We are the team that sometimes lets you down..."

Yesterday marked the end of the football season at our place. What was to be a father's day treat of football on the telly with beer and snacks and maybe some last minute redemption, soon turned to bitter disappointment. Even so, we still know how to spell kommittment here.

I must say, G took it like a true tasmanian and got straight into the mockery before any of those pesky mooks called him, texted him or otherwise stuck the boot in. Not to say that the boot hasn't been on G's own mocking foot in past years. And will be again. Happily. Joyously. There will be victory in the end.

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