MoodThe players belted out the national anthem, this time Jarrod getting the words right, and the fifty thousand people in the stadium roared along with local singer and poet Derry Tinkler. This game meant something. The memories of their previous encounter with today’s visitors were ready to be banished.
Jarrod had organised for Seb and Aneka to sit with Caleb in the commentary box pre-game to see how it all worked, and he made a point of waving up in the vague direction of the media area. The scene was set for a big game. The final adverts were playing on the big screen. Up came an advert that Jarrod hadn’t seen for a while, an Aussie twist on the BetShed advert he had shot a few weeks back. Jarrod stood for a moment with his hands on his hips and took it in. It was very clever, showing
