On the eve of the AFL Grand Final, I wrote just two words. Colliwobble Day.
It wasn’t a deliberate curse – I was simply acting on a sickly feeling that the Magpies might kind of wobble.
My instincts proved right, when the Pies died in the second half of their Grand Final showdown against the Saints. It’s scary, when you feel those Colliwobbles invading the hallowed turf once more.
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