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Ambrose (44) is a modern man. He works on a computer at home, and lives in one of those Brisbane suburbs with really old trees in the main street. Sometimes, in the winter, they even put fairy lights on the trees.
He prefers non-dairy for no reason other than the fact that he enjoys laying cable with a bit of fibre. He also drinks red wine without ice cubes in it.
Obviously, with refined tastes like this, Ambrose is a Brisbane Lions supporter – and makes up a niche community of Queensland AFL fans that began watching the Victorian game when he realised that his kids could play a sport that didn’t actively encourage concussing opponents in under 12s.
The Lions three-preat in the early 2000s caught his eye, and he hasn’t stopped watching since.
Last week, they won their second AFL premiership on the bounce.
It’s been a warm and fuzzy week that Ambrose doesn’t want to let go of. He wants to taste more of this glory.
With a neighbourhood made up of resin-jewellry arts collectors and high-brow homosexuals, Ambrose has no one in his immediate vicinity that share his excited hooliganism with.
That was until he saw a man in the bottleshop this afternoon with a Brisbane Broncos tattoo.
It doesn’t happen very often, but Ambrose extended his hand in solidarity with the shy rugby league fan, and bonded with him over their shared excitement about both Brisbane teams making their respective grand finals.
“Go the Broncos” Ambrose says to his new friend.
“You a fan?” says the skeptical NRL fan, taking a long hard look at Ambrose’s paddy cap.
“Lions fan. But it’s a great week to be from Brisbane”
“Fucken oath” says the NRL man with a spikey mohawk-mullet.
“Up the Lions”
Ambrose smiles and shakes the mans hand.
“They must be so filthy down south. They can suck our dicks”
His new friend introduces himself.
“Tyrone bro”
“Just heading to a mates place now to watch the replay of the 2006 Prem. You want in?”
“Fucken oath, as they say” says Ambrose.
