There was electrickery in the air. Mainly cos it was Sunday arvo old dears’ footy in the park, but movement trackers[i] redlining here and there only added to the atmosphere. Good numbers at refurbed Kingston oval[ii], enough for two full teams and more. Old dears do like the sun. Anyways, the Golden Staffies took on the Catweasels and towelled them up with run, skill and panache. Or really, if accuracy means anything—and in old dears’ footy it’s everything—with a near ab

A victoire magnifique for the globalists on the weekend, as they smashed/pushed/capitulated* to the parochialists, (nationalists, if you’re being kind) with expansive, open, dare I say, progressive play. On a fast, wide and empty Stirling track, the golden oldies opened up a big break on the blancs in the first quarter thanks mainly to a howling gale, a fleet footed midfield, and full forward Jock towelling up coach Locko, who hadn’t quite thought out his match ups. Come the