This could be the best Sunday for ages.
JTH is a writer, publisher, speaker, historian. He is founder and contributing editor of The Footy Almanac and footyalmanac.com.au. He has written columns and features for numerous publications. His books include Confessions of a Thirteenth Man, Memoirs of a Mug Punter, Loose Men Everywhere, Play On, The Pearl: Steve Renouf’s Story and Life As I Know It (with Michelle Payne).
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He is married to Susan. They have three school-age kids – Theo, Anna, Evie.
He might not be the worst putter in the world but he’s in the worst four.
His ambition was to lunch for Australia but it clashed with his other ambition – to shoot his age.
Or the worst!
Just when the Cats looked like they’d exhumed the Gabba skeleton and thrown away the 4 points up stepped the man for the moment, ice-cool Jimmy Bartel to kick the winning goal and save the day, again. All around the room the chorus rang, “Bartel will kick this”. I relaxed. Then the unthinkable happened, Jimmy missed!!!
But, it’s OK, there’s still a minute left and ……HARRY!! On his left! This time! The Cats are gonna win, the equilibrium of the universe will be restored. The best swingman in the league won’t miss from there.
What’s that?
He’s going the Stevie J route too?
Aah!
Is that wise?
Harry?
You’re a beautiful kick Harry, just go backl and dob it with a drop punt.
Holding my breath!
Hoping.
Praying.
NOOOOOOO!!!!