TempoToday was the day. Grand Final day. It had definitely lived up to the billing of a Grand Final week like no other. After the big day of shooting on the Friday had been curtailed for Jarrod so he could go and join in with his final training session of the season at the Lakeside, he felt as ready as he could be. His mind though was on so many other things. He had a weapon of chemical warfare in the drawer of the table in his study. He was embroiled somehow, again, in a match-fixing scandal that was about to unfold. He had Matsumoto chasing his signature for a massive opportunity in the J-League. He was sought after by Darlington to come back and help them through their injury crisis. Manager Gary was looking for an assistant manager. He’d even heard from old coach Des Davis once more, f
