My team.

Thinking back to when I was a little girl, & my dad was a keen Manly supporter.
I didn't have a clue what the heck football was about, but from a very early age, would get about singing, "Manly are the best!" when my Dad had his mates around to watch a game.

I recall eating a boiled egg, before an athletics carnival that my Dad had proudly on display, with an emblem of Manly on it.
(It wasn't the same one, but was the spiel my dad used to get me amped before the carnival, I guess! It must have worked too...I was a winner that day!)

And he made sure I supported them throughout my teenage years, when asked who I barracked for, I would mumble "Manly, Dad" and roll my eyes with embarrassment.

At that stage, I don't think they actually won many games.
It was not cool to support them.

As I grew older, my loyalty stayed with my Dads team, even though I had a Bronco nut for a husband & son!

A few weeks ago, Jamie looked at me & said, "Hun, I think Manly might go ok you know!" and, seeing as he has disowned the Broncos after their last disappointing match, I suggested that he adopt Manly.

And so he has!

Last night at work, I was partaking in a conversation regarding football when the subject of Manly arose.
I said, "Ooooh! They're my team!"

The customer said, "Yeah, funny how many Manly supporters are suddenly cropping up"
Well!
Fuck you buddy.
I supported 'em waaay back when I was forced too, so...bite that!