Where’s Rusty
May 4th 2007 07:56
Between Duke, Jed and me we’ve been South Sydney supporters for about 90 years. I hadn’t been to a game since that sad evacuation from Redfern Oval – so Duke says; it’s time to GO LIVE.
Somehow we get there.
Jed has the go-go pass thing happening and we get snuck into the member’s part of Telstra Stadium. There are lite-blue plastic seats, it’s big, it’s new - it’s no grassy knoll at Redfern…
But let’s not dwell like a cry-baby.
Anyway, we’re there and the game’s going well by the second half and I look back and up and there’s Rusty Crowe on the balcony of his private box. I say to Duke;
“Hey, let’s help Rusty out. Chuck him a script.”
It’s about a fifty metre gain, up and to the left.
“I don’t carry scripts round with me, idiot.”
That’s true. In fact, we don’t work with scripts. We settle for a pitch. So while the on-field ref sends a decision on a Souths try to the video ref, there’s more than enough time to write one.
Which we do.
Then, scrunching the film pitch up because of height and distance concerns, we loft it towards Rusty, who by this stage looks like he needs a distraction – ‘cos our lead is precarious.
I guess it wasn’t a good look - almost immediately the ball of artistically enhanced paper reached the climax of its trajectory we got the stare from a large man, perhaps too large, in a day-glo vest embossed with the words; SECURITY.
Then a miked-up lady in a suit who looked way-bored came over and lectured us about… some shit.
“But, but…we’re Duke and Leon…”
Souths lost in the last 30 seconds. Rusty was frozen with his trademark hands on the balcony railing chewing gum look for at least ten minutes after the siren went, thinking – no doubt; what might have been – where is the justice.
But that’s Souths for you.
Duke and me… well we left thinking that, that…
“Who the hell got that pitch, it’s great.”
South Sydney 16, NZ Warriors 18, crowd; 13,675 including Rusty, Duke, Jed and me.
Until next time and happy film-making.
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