JH(1), GF, DC(1), CB, TW(1), TH(coaching)

The Nans have never been hotter than we were on this day. It was 40 in the shade, and about 45 in the arena. We were hot, and that’s all that really matters. That’s what we tell people.

Tom hadn’t brought his insoles, so unfortunately he couldn’t play, but he did watch, and in watching, I think we all felt the support his eyes gave us.

First half we seemed to be dominant, but then Gilla started chucking the ball away, every fucking time Eddie, and it made it hard to find rhythm. The rhythm, the rhythm…The rhythm.

There was some good passing, and some good setups for goals, and a lot of post shots, where luck was a bit more with the fucken opposition that it was with fucken us. But in the end, that’s footy.
Right at the end Jim stepped up and got a sweet shit-hot penalty kick. And that’s what happened kid. True story.