One minute before the start of the game both teams looked be having problems with numbers that Scott Morrison could relate to (I don’t mean not being able to count which is a separate problem I suspect the treasurer suffers from- just that they were looking deficient). As often happens though, players from both sides appeared like ninjas on the starting siren and both sides had plenty of players (if only Morrison could fix his numbers as easily).
The game started started brightly for the Untouchables, dominating early play until the She-steczosaurus found a tiny bit of space in the corner and danced around the defence, like multinational corporations dancing around our tax laws to open the scoring.
Much like Turnbull in the senate, we were struggling for numbers. We had actually been looking alright until Sunday night, but Untouchables players seem to pull out late so often we should really be sponsored by Durex and this week we had a massive exodus in the 24 hours prior to the game. Luckily the White Walker was able to call his brother, Barry White to fill in and we at least had six.
Well we had six in theory. After running the Bruny island Ultra on Saturday, describing my legs as ‘a little sore,’ is an understatement of a similar magnitude to saying Tony Abbott is ‘A little bit of a problem,’ for Malcolm Turnbull, so I reckoned I was only worth about 75% of a normal player. To make matters worse we actually started the game with five (or 4¾ depending on what you classify me as) on the field. The Pirates made the most of their opportunity too, taking the opening tap and rushing it forward to overwhelm our right wing and score a try before we had touched the ball.