110. Shag’s Musical Diary

Occasional pages from the diary of Shag, Coach of the New Zealand Sumfony Orchestra, that have mysteriously found their way to Ned’s inbox.

My oath. It’s bloody hard enough getting the blokes ready for the tango tussle without Lord Ted trying to stay relevant in his dotage.

Here I am packing a couple of dozen Maketu Butter Chicken and several jars of jolly juice for the long flight to Buenos Aries, and the Maestro of Grump throws a spanner at my head. Reckons we might do better in next years Coupe Mondiale if we lose the winning tune along the way.

Can’t say I remember him being so sanguine about the possibility of a shambles when he was running the Sumfony. Au contraire, his lower lip would scrape the dirt at any mention of the idea. His growl would drop so low you’d feel it rather than hear it.  Time to change the grundies.

I won’t say that it might have crossed his mind that my record in charge is putting someone else’s record in the shade. I won’t say it, but I might think it in the wee small hours. We’ll just keep it between you and me, Dear Diary.

Yours in constant anxiety


About Ned Davy

By hokey, the big fella’s tipped into his 50s. A rangy loose forward in his prime, good with the ball in hand, but rarely up with the play any more.
This entry was posted in Ned and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink.

Go on. Have your say.

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s