In Australia, depending upon where you live, the word "football" can have a very different meaning.
If you live in anything but the Eastern States, if you're talking about "football", you're talking about AFL. Aussie Rules football. But in God's own country, Queensland, (and its poor cousin neighbour, NSW) 'football' can only mean one thing - Rugby League.
Although I do like Aussie Rules (hey - men in tight shorts, what can I say?) I have to say that Rugby League is, in my opinion, a much more interesting game. And so when I found out that the Broncos (that's my team!) had made it through to the preliminary semifinals, and that they were to be held in Brisbane, I just had to go.
Beck and Dem came too - we managed to snap up some of the last few tickets, and although we were in the nosebleed seats, the atmosphere was electric, the game sooo exciting - and Brisbane the victors in the end! Fabulous!
Alas, the next week we were unable to consolidate and go on to make it to the Grand Final - but there's always next year, eh boys?
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