Stalemate. Draw. Seedless grapes. OMG.
Like, a grand coalition of forces who never thought they’d really deep down win, plays their hearts out against a team that barely makes a mistake.
Toe to toe and match them point for point.
National deserves the win for the whole series.
House prices deflating after heroic market measures? Goal.
Economy surging? Goal.
Media dominance? Goal.
Bench? Total renewal.
Total Blackout coming.
And yet there’s a nagging feeling that National needed to lose – for the good of the game. For everyone.
Unlikely. Unloved. Mildly traitorous. Boring. Never had a chance to get tight. Out of time. Policy forwards in abundance, but no wingers to finish.
And yet …
Hung in there. Equalled in set piece. Overcame the negative media. Made sure not an intake of breath was left on the field.
Can the touring Coalition do better than Old Captain Corbyn?
Can they signal to the world that The Invincables’ world domination is over, finally?
The ball is in the air.
All to play for.
So team: leave it all on the field:
August and two weeks of Sepember.
Donate. Argue. Persuade.
Catch the ball f f s.
Then it’s hit the hot tub.