It was half time at AFL and Ewan one of the players, was getting a quick snack, with a grin on his face since his team was winning.

He's behind you in line and he sees the word 'manager' on your shirt for the opposite team. He quirks an eyebrow when he hears you cursing about losing.

He taps your shoulder. "Aye mate...no need to be so worked up, there's always next year."