Soldiers or gunman

by BLOODY IDIOT

Greetings Footy Heads.

IT'S me, Bloody. I've been out in the trenches but my moles have kept me informed of all the relevant footy gossip as we approach finals time again. Grand final day really marks a turning point in the year for us all. We turn off the telly and turn on...

OUR WIVES.

Which brings me to deal making. Down at Tigerland there's been a bit of a smoke screen over the Magic Pudding (Richo) and his playing contract. If The Magic Pudding manages his performance well in the final games he (and his manager) will surely sucker another club into a lucrative...

DEAL.

I ask you all friends, would you re-sign? I love him pounding around the forward line like a spoilt Bambi, but the club hasn't given him much support this year. Who cares if he's precocious? McEnroe was! Footy players are not robots. We need more...

GUNMEN.

Regular readers of Bloody will know I'm into characters. We need Australian Rules to be more "Spinal Tap". It's what we look for on the back page of the dailies. Results and injuries and form are important but freaks are more...

FUN.

Football in 2002 has too many loyal...

SOLDIERS,

Kept in line and kept out of jail by minders and managers. Bring back beers on the way to the game, sex at half time and a bong in the rooms after a...

WIN.

On the popular subject of sex, Bloody has caught wind of another ground breaking deal between The King and Adultshop.com. It may only be a rumour at this stage, however, can you imagine him out there promoting a stunning range of...

EROTICA?

I'll catch you all with my grand final day menu (in time for the shopping). Finally, notice how well we play with the Barn Owl playing in the backline! Why does the Spud let him move himself to the forward pocket? Any clues?

Party hard tourists.

Your mate on the wing Bloody.

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