Well, I'm taking matters into my own hands. Our boys in black and white have been, well, pretty woeful over the past month, so I'm putting Plan B into action. That's right, Aurora and I are in training. Now, most of you are probably thinking "Hmmm... I don't EVER recall seeing Andy kick a football", or "Hmmm.... I tend to recall Andy being considerably uncoordinated when it comes to sport". And you'd be right (with the exception of my coordination in pool and table tennis). But my 20 month old daughter is blissfully unaware of this, and to her, I reckon it appears that her Dad can kick a football about 40 kilometres in a single kick. We've been having a ball (awesome pun) on the oval across the road, and she is really "getting" the concept of kicking (especially the pronounciation part of it; "kick! kick!"). And it's a great way to spend the late afternoon when Andy and Steph are thinking "how can we completely tire our child out so that she goes out like a light at bedtime?". So, watch this space. You'll be seeing the first female AFL star soon, taking the number 5 jumper when Bucks retires (he's got to return first, and that's still about 14 seasons away).

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