Footrot Flats The Dogs Tale Page #2

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Yup, OK, Wal.

Right, the tackle.

You've gotta go in low and hard.

I'll run it, just slowly and you tackle me.

And don't worry, I won't hurt you.

Come one! Come on!

Yeah, it's coming. It's coming.

Gee, thanks, Wal!

Hmm... You're good at footy, eh?

Hey, you might even be in the next All Black team.

Yeah, that selector fella might ask you.

Selector?

Selector? What selector?

Haven't you heard?

An All Black selector is coming to town next month.

Everybody knows about it.

Yeah, man.

And he's gonna watch the big match between Raupo and the Mill team.

An All Black, eh?

And here at Athletic Park...

It's the deciding match between US, the mighty All Blacks...

...and THEM, the English Lions.

But here they come.

The magnificent All Blacks.

Led by that superb athlete Whizzer Wal Footrot and his dog.

And here's the whistle.

The kickoff is taken by the glamorous, but slightly witty winger.

He's running.

He's strutting away like a briding fairy.

He's diving. My God, he's gonna score!

Pasty face pom pansy.

But no, brilliant!

Wal Footrot has kicked the ball out of his hands.

He's caught it himself. He's setting off at the back of the field.

This is a true New Zealand genius.

He swerves, he sidesteps, he fends.

What a run!

There's only the fullback to beat.

Oh, unfair!

The fullback is charging right at Wallie...

...and, oh, yes!

Whizzer Footrot has actually performed a perfect somersault...

...and scored in the corner.

Footrot rises and jogs modestly back.

Past the backup - whinging poms...

...to make the conversion.

He's placed the ball for the kick.

But I'm wondering, Cliff.

Did you notice, did Footrot land on his head?

He seemed to be intended to kick the ball away from the post.

I know, it's easy to criticize from up here, but...

He's running in.

He's kicked.

It's sailing up and away from the post.

But wait! It's bending!

My God!

It's been caught against the wind.

And it's veering back towards the post.

It's over! What a beauty!

What a perfect demonstration of a nascent ability to read the weather.

Superb!

But I fear now, that Footrot will be a marked man.

I don't wanna say this, Cliff.

But that looked a bit over-vigorous from the Lions.

Just a trifle physical from the dirty swine, don't you think?

However, there it is.

What do you expect from a frog referee who probably thinks a rug is a large stone.

Still, back to the game.

Looks like the Lions have scored a lucky try.

I don't want to appear one-eyed, Cliff.

But it pisses you off, doesn't it?

Well, there's just time for the conversion.

This will give them a draw.

And now say to that, they are almost as good as us...

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