We really do need to sign at least one big name prop for next year though!
I picture Broon and Mooney pushing a shopping cart full of cash up and down the isles of the proverbial NRL player store. They clutch a catalogue with a heap of red circles around players they'd like to buy, but the shelves are mostly bare. Every time they spot something exciting, another coach snatches it away before they can pick it up.
There's a markdown bin with a handful of props left in it: most are broken, worn out or made of toxic materials.
They reluctantly pick through the bin, sighing as they put the best of the worst into their cart, and then move on.
Suddenly, they see the manager with something under his arm: they get closer and notice who it is. It's Aaron Woods.
He ticks most of the boxes, he's in their price range. They have a pretty good feeling their kids will like playing with him.
Nah, stuff it, we can do better, Mooney says. Besides, what'll the neighbours think? They're never happy with the toys we bring back to the neighbourhood.
Except Ponga, they remind themselves, he was a bargain.