Fev looks up to the coaches box, confused with what he should do. He knows that if he kicks the goal, we miss the pick. He knows that if he misses we are still live for 1 & 3. He knows coaching appointments might be hanging in the balance. He also knows that a new incoming coach might want to trade him. He possibly could convince Ratts that he has reformed and stay with the Blues. Ratts wants the gig, but also wants the picks. Swannie wants the picks. The Chin thinks "Geez, do I have to decide this, what should I do Ratts?
By this time Ratts has covered his face, contemplating his future. He knows he is in a 2 horse race with Swannies favourite Bluey for the gig.
The umpire has called for Fev to take his shot. He slowly walks backwards about 40 metres, stops, laces up his boots, pulls up his socks, removes his mouthguard, adjusts his lunch box and has one final look up at the coaches box. The umpy blows his whistle again.
The runner goes to Fev and gives him a message. The umpy is feral by this time. He blows the whistle again.
Fev slowly moves forward with a little skip in his step. He knows the ramifications of this kick. He knows he can do it, but should he?
He gets within 3 metres of Didak standing the mark who is waving his arms and saying "Hey Brainiac, I buttered up Bingle for ya. She gives a great HJ, eh? Fev hesitates and then gives the smartarse a gobfull and goes back again the 40 metres to start again.
Fev does what Fev does best and complains to the umpy about the verbal tactic being used. The umpy has really got the shits and says that if he doesn't take his kick, he will call full time.
This time, he's gunna kick it surely?
He runs in, gets to within 3 metres of Didak and instead of kicking the red thing, he launches himself horizontally like Hulk Hogan and makes perfect contact with the little pricks head.
The good news is that the head went directly over the Goal Umpires hat and into Punt Road.
Fev was chaired off the ground, The Blues crowd went wild and we sung Lilly anyway!
Well thought!
