I was out of town, doing a bit of visiting. I heard my friend David Koch had finally taken the time to settle down in the countryside. Rightfully so, after what he’d been through, with all the pent-up stress and frustration built up over the years of managing the most successful football club of all time.
“How have things been buddy?” I asked, as I saw my man step out of the house upon hearing my car come in the drive-through. “All good, life’s been a lot more chill now Tasmania looks to be a flop,” he answered. “Hey, wanna check out my animals out back? I’ve taken up farming as a hobby,” as he motioned over to the back gate.
We headed out and he started introducing me to some of the livestock, mentioning how he had named them after club greats. Just then, I was hit by an unbearable stench. With my eyes watering uncontrollably, I questioned through gritted teeth, “What in the hell is that smell?”
He looked over knowingly and said: "Ah. Kenny? The goat is never washed.”
“How have things been buddy?” I asked, as I saw my man step out of the house upon hearing my car come in the drive-through. “All good, life’s been a lot more chill now Tasmania looks to be a flop,” he answered. “Hey, wanna check out my animals out back? I’ve taken up farming as a hobby,” as he motioned over to the back gate.
We headed out and he started introducing me to some of the livestock, mentioning how he had named them after club greats. Just then, I was hit by an unbearable stench. With my eyes watering uncontrollably, I questioned through gritted teeth, “What in the hell is that smell?”
He looked over knowingly and said: "Ah. Kenny? The goat is never washed.”







