Probably as simple as two thick-set blokes arguing over the chewy lollies.
If I was a player that spent my entire summer busting a gut in the heat, eating stupid salads and quinoa porridge, pressing sweaty weights and unable to join my mates cracking' tinnies at beach bonfires - day after day, week after week, month after month - only to find that 'The Plan' was a crock and all I had to look forward to was a public ear bashing, an endless stream of consecutive losses and possibly a salary reduction to fit some Hogan kid into our salary cap at the end of the year...well, I don't know what I would do. But I tell you what, if my coach kept wanting me to play the shell game when you know the pea is in his teeth, I'd tell him to naff off (like Wizfan would say).
Yeah, just naff off - I would want my summer back.
