Great Dragon slain, the world at an end

IS IT any wonder a bloke can’t sleep with the world coming to an end and all?

No, I’m not talking about the face-off between Trumpy and Kim Jong-un - or “The Battle of the Haircuts” as it will be forever known - it’s far more certain than that.

Apparently, in one of his “quatrains”, Nostradamus predicted 2017 as the year the world will end.

I read it on Facebook, so it must be true.

Apparently, Nostradamus spoke of the planets being aligned in 2017 with a series of catastrophes beginning in September. And, it all started last weekend.

I knew something big was afoot when we planned six months ahead to fly to Townsville for the Cowboys/ Broncos blockbuster.

We all knew it would be played on a Friday night... Broncos only ever play on Friday night, and so we booked flights, motel and tickets accordingly.

Then, the NRL put the match on Thursday night, 24 hours before we arrived.

Not to worry, my old home-town Ingham’s rugby league team Herbert River was in the Townsville grand final against Brothers so we trotted along to that.

Naturally, my team lost even though scoring four tries to three.

Not to worry, the Dragons were playing the Bulldogs later that Sunday.

The Dragons HAD to win or miss out on the finals. Of course, they’d win. Of course, they didn’t which, to me at least, really did signal the end of the world.

For, to quote Nostradamus “The Great Dragon will be slain by the Anti-Christ!” And, so it was. Although, he was a little out with his reference to the Anti-Christ.

We all know Paul Gallon plays for the Sharks but, still, he was eerily close.

Depression setting in, we flew back to Toowoomba eagerly awaiting the crucial Socceroos match on Tuesday night against Thailand.

Surely, we should flog Thailand.

After all, the minds of all South-East Asians are concentrated on whether Kim Jong-Un is about to lob a missile into their homes, so they wouldn’t be thinking about football.

Nope, needing about a four goal buffer, the Aussies could only muster a slim one-goal win.

After that game, I went to bed so angry I couldn’t sleep which is just as well as the BBC World Service had radio coverage of the by then even more crucial Saudi Arabia/Japan match in the early hours following.

Needing a Japanese win or at least a draw, the Socceroos were sunk when the Saudis came up with a one-nil win leaving us to go through the rounds of death with a slim chance of getting to the World Cup in Russia next year.

Which, I suppose won’t be that bad now considering the world is supposed to end this year.

Ah well, at least there was the Aussie cricket team. They only had to turn up in Bangladesh, flog them in a couple of days and get their sights set on the Ashes.

What a joke! Then there’s the All Blacks matches, our world champion Aussie Diamond netballers being flogged by the Silver Ferns... it just goes on.

No, old Nostro was right, the planets are aligned and the world ends this year.

Hopefully, before the first Ashes Test in Brisbane.

❝ For, to quote Nostradamus “The Great Dragon will be slain by the Anti-Christ!”