And Franklin didn’t know anything, yeah right.
at the risk of sounding overly partial, or unioptical (I am),
It would seem Franklin is the villain in this story.
In the day of the internet, inside information is a thing of the past. We have
@caesar breaking news that never gets to the newsstand (Ive made one or two successful plunges off the back of a text; yes, I owe our man several schooners)
so its on-field influence a punter is after these days.
Buddy's influential days are clearly over. Deryxx clearly never had an influential bone in his body; a
jellyfish in crooked punter parlance.
and Dusty has demonstrated that he is the most on-field influential sportsman the world has known.
so, Buddy has a mild case of irrelevance syndrome at best, a sizeable coke and punting bill at worst, and he calls up his bookie mafia Bondi junction mate
and goes 'you want to meet Dusty?'
and said scumbag 'bumps into them' and shakes the greatest hand and talks in over-caffeinated riddles about 'projects' and 'collaboration' and 'opportunity'
and Dusty gives him the 1000 yard stare and goes
'she's right'
and texts Buddy later, and tells the washed up mercenary hasbeen to 'get *smile*'