Round 1 Supers – vs. Springwood
In a bygone era this Supers game would have guaranteed some form of physical conflict, so fierce is the rivalry between the wholesome, baby kissing, kitten rescuing role models of Souths Supers and the puppy kicking, dolphin punching, sand castle knocking over villains of Springwood, so it would be interesting to see how this clash would play out. As the Masters herded, safari style, off the ground tight numbers were apparent and some players were forced to back up. Strange for so early in the season.
In stark physical contrast, so many of the Supers boys leapt from the dressing rooms, each muscular fibre pulsating. The sun’s radiant fingers dancing across the supremely sculpted sartoriam of their masculine chassis. (spray self with bottle)
Another last second stand in was that of debutant umpire Igor, keen to wear the fluoro with as much pride as any one person can whilst dressed like a council worker.
Opportunities were created early. Ant, Mutley and Pipes attacked the contest with reckless abandon whilst Easy & Scottie carried the ball through defensive lines every bit as easily and unopposed as I might stroll through a crowd of attractive women.
As a result, the only thing keeping Springwood in the contest was the Sharks own wasteful overtones up forward. Sass sprayed several shots on goal whilst coach Princess uncharacteristically dropped marks and fumbled like a man playing in oven mits. It was as though he was trying to break in a second hand set of fingers.
In a sign of things to come for Powdy, he was to break one of his slender, feminine fingers. An injury that would keep him out for 10 weeks. Showing relative ignorance for many of the games finer points, Zulu took a rugby style tap at one point but impressed many with his drive and determination to play under the duress of a chronic knee injury, no background in AFL and an annoying accent. Defensively, though playing well Macca found himself under the watchful eye of umpires for questioning their faultless decision making and was ably supported by Longy who gave his usual voice down back whilst covering the ground in his trademark running style. Closely resembling that of a constipated power walker.
Another highlight, perhaps somewhat fittingly for ladies day at the club, was the eye catching and semi erotic pre-game rub down that Frances provided Skull with out on the ground.
Working feverishly to apply oil to both his legs or, as he likes to refer to them, the “Stairways to Heaven”, I’m not too sure as to what is the more strange, that this sort of behaviour would take place outside of the change rooms inner sanctum or that Skull tells me that he doesn’t remember asking for a rub down. Though nothing was pursued by either party, both have vowed to remain good friends outside of football).
A notable absence was that of Kingy who, still severely dehydrated from his emotional awards night speech, was not able to take his place in the Round 1 team.
Nevertheless, it wasn’t enough to stop the boys running out comfortable 46 point winners.
Last Modified on 28/02/2011 19:30