It was with less than a minute to go in the GF, Freo were leading the Duckers by 40 odd points and Pav has a set shot on goal from deep in the pocket.
The blue and gold jacketted feral rabble with their pockets concealing the white powder they can not live without, are hissing, screaming and spitting at Pav who has his back to the fence as he sizes up the big sticks.
As Pav moves off on his approach he suddenly stutters and convulses his run-up, deliberately mimicking the moron Kennedy, and then cooly slots the goal, his 9th for the afternoon.
Pav trots back to the goal square and the siren sounds.
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