This one time in a Tasmania game, we had this amazing guy on the team - they called him 'Buddy' (true story!) - and Buddy kicked 12 goals all by himself. He was kicking them from in front, from the pocket, from his rear end, from his girlfriend's vajayjay, you name it. And then just as the game was ending, he got this really crappy pass at his feet and a defender was on his hammer, but he picked it up and bombed another goal for good measure. And all the fans there went bonkers all three of them, and even the commentators went nuts and one was shouting "thirteen! thirteen!", and people went home saying that goodness me these games in Tasmania sure do deliver some entertainment. M-O-O-N that spells skillful high-scoring football on a small ground. Laws, yes.