I can’t sleep. I’m as sweaty as a pig. The fear in my body is unbelievable. It’s the big grand final tomorrow and almost everyone in the port is coming to watch.
I’ve got a tough decision to make. Either face the Thumper, like a mouse facing a lion and get seriously injured, or stand back and watch my team get flogged. Then I’ll be called a gutless wonder for the rest of my life. Neither are all that appealing!
It will be good if my mum is there. She’s a tactical genius with footy and I really enjoy it when she comes to watch me play. The old man of mine should come out of the pub to watch me for once. Hopefully he does. I really hope Best Team Man finds the ball tomorrow because if he does I know he will use it well. It just seems impossible for him to get it. If my other brothers and sisters come I better do well because if I don’t and we lose they’ll bugger me about it for the rest of my life. They’re like that.
The only other problem I have is letting down Arks. He’s come so close to winning a premiership so many times but never has. I don’t want to let him down and that’s why I’ll try my best.
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