Ben Pobjie is a writer and comedian whose promising rugby career was tragically cut short the day he stopped playing rugby and had a pizza instead. The most he has ever cried was the day Balmain lost the 1989 grand final. Today he enjoys the frolics of Wallabies, Swans, baggy greens, and Storm.
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Like many prominent sportspeople, I had harboured no ambitions to go into coaching after my playing days, hoping instead to pursue a lucrative career in the media as a commentator and pundit and general bitcher about everything.
Now are the times that try men’s souls. And by “men”, I mean me.
If I were able to approach this weekend’s dual blockbusters in a broad-minded and neutral spirit, I would say that what I desired more than anything was classic gladiatorial football of both varieties.
I’ve always been glad that in my footballing inclinations, I follow neither Collingwood nor Manly. Not proud that I don’t follow them, you understand: I’m too aware that my support for any given team in any given sport is a combination of quirks of timing, geography and childhood whim.
Apparently Andrew Fifita has been visiting a friend of his. Apparently that friend is in prison.
It often happens that during the Rugby Championship, or as it is known in my household, The Killing Season, I am moved to jot down a few words on the methods and techniques that I believe the Wallabies would be well-advised to adopt, should they wish to defeat the All Blacks.