Nick Davis is a cockhead.
Back in 2002 he kicked a couple of goals in the last quarter to get us into the Grand Final. Great, bring out the laurel wreath and all.
Then in the Grand Final he played a shocker.
Choked.
Dissappeared up his own arse.
Shat himself.
Day after the Grand Final I'm at the Victoria Park wake. Players looking devestated except.... "Who's that cockhead up there on the stage in the backwards baseball cap, basketball singlet and stoopid arse smile?"
Nick Davis.
What's he doing? Laughing, joking and cheering when coach announces there's no training for a month.
I've heard we traded him because his team mates thought he was a pain in the arse and that some personal differences with one or two of our stars had become too hard to manage.
I would have thrown him out for acting like a goose while we were fighting back tears at Victoria Park on that awful Sunday afternoon.
If Sydney do make the Grand Final this year just watch him soil himself.
Can't stand the bloke.
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Was I right, was I right, was I right?
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