Few things are a worse sight in sport than that of an errant team trying to find its way back to form. The Nannas fall into the above two categories: our form foul, our ways exceedingly wayward. But such is the nature of a team that continues to start badly; such is the nature of team where the starting line up is more unpredictable than Cocky’s facial hair; such is the nature of team that in recent weeks has, as Gill says, lacked any menace whatsoever—even after the coach’s roasting a couple of weeks back.
On this evening a bad start was again how we began. Like a final a couple of seasons back, like only last week, the Nannas let four goals in before it dawned on us that we were playing competitive sport, and losing badly. Yet it does have to be said that we were up against some sharp and shrewd passing and running. I recall the ball being played diagonally to just in front of where captain was backpedalling for all he was worth. The ball eluded said glorious leader but found an opponent who pasted one past Gill.
It is true that on occasion we are slow out of the blocks, you might also note that there are many sci-fi nerds who play Brown, you might even go so far as to say that some Nannas like each other too much, but never ever utter that Brown men of any ilk lack backbone. With four goals against us, so began the Nanna fightback. This time around Chassy, a man of colossal spine, led the revolt, slotting home the first. As women are to nagging, so is Chassy to opponents; as vultures are to dead meat, so is Chassy to the ball. Inspired by such brownliness, we went into the break four–two down, after I was called on to slot home a penalty—why it was awarded I really cannot recall.
The second half was won by the Nannas four goals to two. At one stage we were two in front but could not hold it. I cannot recall how our opponents managed to get back on level terms with us in the second stanza, but I am sure it was all arse and much undeserved.
Of the rest of the game, there are only fleeting pockets of remembrances.

But I do remember what occurred post match and the now infamous MOM vote. While there is conjecture as to who initiated the cock up voting for MOM the first time, when the second ballot was called for there is no doubt that Cocky became the first Nanna in the history of Nannadom to cast his vote in standard donkey fashion. For such disrespect, Cocky goes into the next match, in my opinion at least, with a code violation against his name.