Oh my hat, not the turtle neck!

by BLOODY IDIOT

Howdy Swingers,

WELL as the season draws to a close, and I consider if I should attend the Brisbane mauling of Melbourne on Grand Final Day or prepare a new and exotic menu for the day's festivities at home. I'm ready for the home game as I recently purchased a new bike pump to inflate the Sherrins, however Bloody Junior is still a little light weight to actually sink the boot into real pig skin. I guess the Nerf Footy (remember them) will have to...

SURFICE.

Anyway "Tiger Paul" has kept me in the loop while I've been terrorising South East Asia as a "New-New Zealander". Bloody hell, I'm not confessing to being an Aussie anymore! Thanks Mr Downer (Downer by name Downer by nature). The search for leadership continues down at Punt Road. The vibe at the club is apparently one of a "collective sigh of relief" now they've dumped The Spud. I wonder what a collective sigh of relief sounds like? So party animals it looks like the Turtle Neck is on the top of the list. Is this a good...

THING?

Personally, I, and many other Tiger faithful have a few other candidates for coach in mind besides Mr Wallace (also known as The Nudist). How about Bert Newton, Jake the Peg and Bart Simpson? We've had The Spud and we're all nervous he'll be replaced with another...

VEGETABLE.

Maybe The Bean, or The Carrot? Footy fiends and followers, is it time to look further afield. Let's poach a coach from our Mother Country, the mighty...

USA?

Maybe Arnie will drop his commitments in the supposedly oil rich California, settle their debt, and come to Tigerland. Or possibly Rumsfield will need a hide-out soon. He could lead our charges into battle. Or better yet, Bush himself might put a new spin on the ball. He'll give the best half time speech we've ever heard. But I guess he's better suited to lead the...

HAWKS.

We do have one thing to look forward at Tigerland; that the season will end soon. Our blokes must be looking forward to a mighty big piss-up. I reckon a new coach will come along one day soon, but flamin' heck, I don't know were...

FROM.

Love youse all, be proud and go Greek.

Yours occasionally on the wing

BLOODY.

PS. Simon O'Donnell's my man.

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