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Rasputin

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Brisbane
May 1999 time: 15:21
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It was a cold and frosty morning when the combatants arrived at the Arena.
The Chief of the Tribe spoke of glory and fame. The tribe were stirring. The Chief spoke of the Training they had reveived. The tribe members started roaring. The chief went on to speak of their past feats and the brilliance of their abilities. The tribe was now ready.
The chief spoke with his 2IC and made plans. The strategy was now set. The tribe gathered and began their chant "We are a Lean, Mean , Football Machine!!! Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!"
Combatants were sent to their positions on the arena and the on lookers went wild. Loud howling noises were heard.
The battle was not as expected, and soon the Chief ws smiling, his tribe were so well disciplined that nothing stopped their prgress to the goals.
Time after time the ball was kicked towards those goals and finally through them as the tribe scored.
At each break in combat, the chief smiled more and more. Finally he gave his 2IC command and the chief sat down and had a well deserved beer and watched the last quarter.
As the Siren blared and the combat was ceased, one tribe went home to lick their wounds, the other began their tribes anthem.
"Ever since we've been a Leopard, We've chased the oval ball,
From Burleigh to Bribie, I guess we've played them all
When they play the Leopards, the other team will fall,
Compared to all the others, Leopards play the best football."
[sung to Pinball Wizard by the Who]
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