Diary entry – The night before the grand final
“Gutless wonder! Gutless wonder!” That’s what the crowd’ll be chanting as we soberly walk of the field. As the losing team. And everyone will be blaming me. However their accusations hold no truth because it’s not my fault. Arks would be the person to blame for our team’s thrashing in the grand final as he stupidly made me first ruck knowing that I was hopeless and would let the team down. You also should blame Carol (our original first ruck and a bloody good one) for being disqualified from the team ultimately leading to our demise in the grand finale match. Well, if we’re playing the blame game, blame also my opponent Thumper for being
a bloody tank on the field. How the hell am I supposed to go up against him?
Honestly, I shouldn’t even be in the footy team; my kick is horrendous, I can’t run (well, compared to Dumby) and I can’t even ruck to save my life. The only reason I made the team is, like I said, is because I’m
pretty tall and I’m a Goonya. There are probably plenty of Noongas a lot better than me.
Deep down though, I desperately want to this win this match. I’m trying not to get my hopes up but I know everything counts on this game. To name a few there’s my name, which could stay Gary ‘Blacky’ Black or become Gary ‘Gutless Wonder’ Black, my relationship with the old man and of course Pickle’s sexual life. These things, no matter how small ultimately lead disaster in the future. There are just so many things to think about and not enough time...
God, I can’t get sleep; a combination of anxiety and excitement is keeping me from doing so. One of Mum’s pills should cure my insomnia, I‘ll go downstairs and get one now.
Gary
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