WAMF
Plodder in Chief
I'm tipping they might happen to be a fan!
Eagles rock
The Sea Eagles love big games. Love ‘em. When they can pit their manliness against that of other men, when they can stand toe-to-toe and mano-a-mano, and flex their muscly bits and stare their opponents down and declare, We are better than you … they love that stuff. Love it. Fairly bristle with it. Particularly when they’re playing at home a week after being touched up by the Broncos. And even though the surface at dear old Brookvale was more Polish peat bog than rugby league running track, on the back of hard-boned forwards and Daly Cherry-Evans’s super-stuff, the Sea Eagles smoked the table-topping Bulldogs, and quite roughly. These people are the real deal. Them and the Roosters. And Dogs. Souths at a pinch. Cowboys? Warriors? Tigers? You’d have to suggest: Yeah-nah, probably. But never know. The rest? Tell ‘em they’re dreamin’.
What we learned in round 13
Eagles rock
The Sea Eagles love big games. Love ‘em. When they can pit their manliness against that of other men, when they can stand toe-to-toe and mano-a-mano, and flex their muscly bits and stare their opponents down and declare, We are better than you … they love that stuff. Love it. Fairly bristle with it. Particularly when they’re playing at home a week after being touched up by the Broncos. And even though the surface at dear old Brookvale was more Polish peat bog than rugby league running track, on the back of hard-boned forwards and Daly Cherry-Evans’s super-stuff, the Sea Eagles smoked the table-topping Bulldogs, and quite roughly. These people are the real deal. Them and the Roosters. And Dogs. Souths at a pinch. Cowboys? Warriors? Tigers? You’d have to suggest: Yeah-nah, probably. But never know. The rest? Tell ‘em they’re dreamin’.
What we learned in round 13
