Directly below us, the wind is playing havoc with a set of temporary goalposts. They keep blowing over, which presents forwards with some problems. One kid is enlisted to help hold a post up. Melbourne mounts a comeback. A polite way of saying the boys are playing a little better than before.
Demons attack and attack.
My Richmond mate has gone silent. He isn't offering chocolate around any more. Demons attack but can't score goals. This is agony to the hardcore Melbourne men behind me. And when the reigning Brownlow medallist runs in and misses a goal he'd normally kick with eyes shut the jig is up.