DividendsJarrod walked through the gate and made his way over to the catering area. He had his head down. He heard someone clapping, then a second person, and before long, everyone there was applauding and cheering. Jarrod looked up and smiled as he walked into the crowd and received hugs and had his hair well and truly ruffled. He had played a great game yesterday and the football-mad crew knew it. Two of them had their South Melbourne scarves on and looked a little worse for wear, but there were teary smiles through bloodshot eyes all round.
By 8:00 a.m., with a little help from make-up, life had returned to its crazy normal. Jarrod found himself doing a scene involving his neck being wrapped in one of the bad guy’s legs and trying to reach a g*n that was just out of reach. It was eeril
