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The bottom oval at Betoota Ponds Memorial High could have easily been mistaken for Suncorp Stadium this afternoon, as two year groups engaged in the feircest sporting contest of their young lives.
Lunch time touch footy between two historical rivals. Grade 9 and Grade 10.
As the older cohort, Grade 10 has the natural advantage of being a little bit bigger and stronger - given their 12 extra months of puberty.
They also have the Masina twins on the wings. This is Betoota's version of the 2021 Penrith Panther's To'o and Luai combination.
Grade 9 has the advantage of being led by the 14-year-old regional rep football superstar, Kobe.
As the son a Maori FIFO and Croatian lash tech, Kobe is is very close to cracking 12 seconds over 100 metres. This makes him the fastest kid at the school. His early childhood in the Bay Of Plenty also means that he has that natural Kiwi touch footy flair, which has gradually spread through the year group, one Benji Marshall flick pass at a time.
But the surgical ball skills and raw speed amounts for nothing in the ten minutes that Ms Aman spends visiting the tuckshop.
This is where the rules of the games change drastically.
With the teacher-on-duty now distracted by a free-flowing conversation with the tuckshop mums, the touch footy has transformed into something out of the 1980s Foley Shield.
The clotheslines, spear tackles, and two-on-ones are now fair game, and the Grade 10ers are doing all they can to fuck up Kobe.
However, Grade 9 also has Gibbo. The local butcher's son, known for his impulsive and explosive bouts of extreme violence.
After one too many late hits on Kobe, Gibbo begins sending them fly, pulling shirts over heads and hollowing out the rib cages of his older opponents.
The rest of Gibbo's year group are circling the biff like vultures throwing in cheap shots and pulling older blokes into headlocks.
A whistle blows, and the melee immediately disperses.
Both sides run back to their trylines and pretend nothing has happened. Ms Aman hasn't seen enough for any individual to be blamed specifically for what has just happened in her moment of absence.
The final score 23-22 to the grade 9s. A rematch will now take placce every lunch time until the Easter break.