A Grand Final scratch & sniff

Two left.

School holidays.

Winter long gone.

Suntans of Round 1 longer.

Awakened by the dawn chorus.

Spring dawn creeping earlier.

Each day earlier.

Sun making its annual comeback.

Vegetation responding.

Cut grass smell on the air.


Two left.

Colours on shop fronts.

Mutterings of old blokes.

“‘e’s no good.”

“She’ll be right.”

September wind.

Making arrangements.

Chats, phone, e-world.

“What do ya reckon?”

Injury clouds.

Selection dilemmas.


Who not?



The week.

The colour.

Experts everywhere.

Opinions as fact.

“No doubt about it…”

The day.

The light.

The omens.


Does justice exist?

What does “reward for effort” mean?

What of their effort?

Their reward?





(But not).


The day.

The sun.


“What a day.”

The buzz.

The hubbub.



Wide eyed with it.

“What’s gonna happen?”

Memories jostling.

Moving along a spot.

Making room.


Everywhere people.

Peripheral others.

“May the best side win.”

“Take yer chances.”

“Head over the ball.”

“If it bleeds we can kill it.”

“This is it.”

“This is why we do it.”

“Well if you don’t like it why you standin’ there for 20 minutes?”

A shared history.

Experienced alone.


Players onto the ground.


Chaos of hundreds.


Who will settle?


Associated carry-on.

More of it.

Pulse quickening.

Coin tossed.

“The only thing you’ll win all day.”


Last group-bond exhortations.

The wind.

Forwards jostling; eyes upfield.

Support staff retreating.

Men’s department antagonising.

Crumbers’ ready.

Set plays set.

The oval ball.



Rucks ready.

Ring the siren.


About David Wilson

David Wilson is a writer, editor, flood forecaster and former school teacher. He writes under the name “E.regnans” at The Footy Almanac and has stories in several books. One of his stories was judged as a finalist in the Tasmanian Writers’ Prize 2021. He shares the care of two daughters and a dog, Pip. He finds playing the guitar a little tricky, but seems to have found a kindred instrument with the ukulele. Favourite tree: Eucalyptus regnans.


  1. David- love the minimalism. In a world of white noise, we need more of this. You’ve captured it terrifically.

  2. G’day Mickey.
    Thanks a lot. Really enjoying your writing.
    Carna playmakers.

  3. Luke Reynolds says

    What Mickey said. Superb work again Dave. What a great time of the year it is.

  4. G’day Dave.
    I really enjoyed this. Thanks.

  5. G’day Crackers, Smokie.
    Thanks gents.
    I’ll take ruck. How about you each in the centre square?

  6. Biggus Davus – if only the Ch 7 commentators could be so minimalist.

    This has the potential to be the greatest grand final of all time.
    Not since 1989 have we seen the ingredients for the perfect storm of brutality combined with high scoring for both teams on offer.

    “Well if you don’t like it why you standin’ there for 20 minutes” – Cold Chisel “Saturday Night”?

  7. G’day Philo.
    Love this time of year.
    Saturday Night.
    Well spotted.
    After seeing you switch on for countless A Grade cricket Grand Finals, reckon you can take CHF.

  8. Mathilde de Hauteclocque says

    Just perfect for the fleeting, subconscious trailer of thoughts and feelings during the week. And the more your team are involved in that week, the more subtle the permutations become. I feel better about this time, having read this David. Merci. Allez Swans!

  9. Patrick_Skene says

    Thanks David – Loved “A shared history, experienced alone”

  10. Soyez le bienvenu, Mathilde.
    May your Swans spread their wings.
    G’day Patrick.
    Very much enjoying the writing that each of you share hereabouts.
    Play on.

  11. really like this david.
    haiku-esque in spirit.

  12. Love it.

  13. Thanks HB, JTH
    “What a day”

  14. Malcolm Rulebook Ashwood says

    Great stuff OBP

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