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After last year’s victorious six pack of Cooper’s on the sofa, this year Bruce decided to watch Man Utd’s Champions League Final match against Barcelona with a crowd. The Charles Dickens Tavern, in Collins Street, seemed to have the best reputation for liveliness when it came to early morning football and, rocking up at 2.30am [...]

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Perhaps this in itself was a portent of things to come: after all the Man Utd of 1985 – Jesper Olsen, Remi Moses, Frank Stapleton, Arthur Albiston to name but a few Old Trafford legends… – was another team that consistently flattered to deceive; a club with a big past and a colourful, but rarely successful, present.

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The moment when Cousins walked through Melbourne airport, hair freshly shorn to a number two crew cut (6mm) and, we later learnt, with his body freshly waxed all over was priceless.

“Come test me then, fuckers,” he seemed to be saying. “Oh, you can’t. Ha!”

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Hanging out the first of the day’s many washes in advance of tomorrow’s royal visit from Mr and Mrs Bruce Snr, Bruce’s ears were filled with an unfamiliar sound. There, in the background behind the welcome tootin’ of the Khamun birds that moved to Collingwood from the Yarra Bend around the time of Black Saturday [...]

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In his ideal final, he pictures Federer walking on court wearing nothing by seatless chaps and a cowboy hat, trailing Nadal on a leash in full gimp suit and snooker ball get up while he works up a sweat in the commentary booth in an attempt to replicate the latter’s one bicep bigger than the other look.

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