Tonight, in the general vicinity, supernatural silence has
‘descended’. All afternoon, when one went out to peg clothes on the line, or
some such, beery roars came from neighbouring backyards as more goals were
posted, thrilled possibility around the outdoor BBQ TV that Collingwood will
cause the upset of the century. Two frigging points. Why not one point, just to
make the message even harder? Tonight, in supernatural late September silence, I
go down to vicinity station to welcome home Carol and Bridie from their
Sydney-Melbourne train trip. Huddles of forlorn supporters, b&w scarves
banners, trudge home disconsolate, to bed.
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