|Yes, I am deliberately flexing for the camera.|
It also turns out that if you're last in line to pick up the medal, you have to make the speech.
|I'd like to fank me teammates. Youse are fukkin tops blokes, hay?|
The more astute, long-term readers will notice that about two years ago, when I had identical news, I was wearing the black shirt belonging to Saturday's vanquished side. No, I haven't switched clubs. The slightly sad part about the game was that we had two teams in the same division who were (almost) equally as good and ended up in the final together. I've stood on that other side. It sucks. Every clap for your conquering foes (pictured above) hurts.
But, hey, whatever. You've got to know defeat to appreciate victory or some shit.