Seens as the boys are playing about with positions, I’ve got one on why Humphreys is getting a crack now.
So Bennett rings Seibs.
‘How’s it going gravel gutz?
‘ Could be better, you old prick.’
‘ Anyway, I was thinking how we might help each other out this weekend?’
‘ How so, you crafty old bastard’?
" Well it’s no surprise that once I signed up for the Souths gig, the mob all pulled their collective fingers out, and started playing for next years spots, yeah I know Keppies still dropping balls, but the rest of them. Look at lard arse at the back, anyone would think he stopped eating KFC the minute he got a call from someone (hint, hint Seibs, it was me!).
‘So where was I, yeah so as you know I knicked Humphreys just for fun, but I was thinking if you pick him against the Knights and have a little word to him on the side, that the best coach ever (no Seibs, it’s not Bellyache, it’s me you cheeseburger eating blob).
" Now listen carefully Seibs. Tell the young bloke that I personally asked you to give him a run. And not just a run. It will be up to him, wether he gets a go in 1st grade next year, or wether I boot him straight to reggies with bugger all chance of making it out all based on Sunday. It’s a win/win Seibs. You get a much needed win. And I get one over on the only club I had bugger all success at (not my fault. Trying to work with that many inbreeders in management was a nightmare).
"So what do you reckon gravel gutz?’
" As we speak Wayne ol' mate I have just scrubbed Lawton, and Humphreys is a go. Do you really think he’ll play that good, you old coot’?
" Of course, it is I, the best and oldest coach ever".