On one of the punter days, we had this group of big burly tattooed bikers, who were really doing the whole commando thing, rolling around, shouting commands e.t.c.
On the last game before lunch, one of the biggest hardest looking blokes got shot straight on the undercarriage. The next thing we heard was, the loudest, girliest scream scream followed by a lot of blubbing
2 of his shot mates had to drag him off the field.
I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my entire life.
Another time we had a stag party playing, we decided to let the newbie marshal go as his backup on the s