I just woke up from a fanastic dream. We'd won a premiership, and we were playing like champions, not millionaires. We'd stopped handballing to blikes under the pump, our forward line could hold a grab and our disposal was crisp and accurate. Our players ran in packs and put their bodies on the line for each other. I'd forgotten how crap my team had made me feel for 30 years and i had some pride again. And then the reality came flooding back...
and of all the teams in the league it had to be Collingwood.
and of all the teams in the league it had to be Collingwood.



