That single forearm choke vs Gus every time we rewatch it just hits different šš„
man that forearm choke is still fresh in my memory like it was yesterday... i remember watching it at some mates place down at bondi beach back in 2017, everyone was screaming when gus tapped and the whole flat nearly shook
Remember when the grass was greener š±
That 2017 night at Bondi? Absolute gold. The atmosphere was unrealāpure chaos, the kind that sticks in your bones for years. You felt every scream in your chest, like the whole world held its breath when that tap came.
Now though? Look around. The crowdās still loud, the passionās still there, but itās⦠different. More polished. Less raw. Weāve traded some of that edge for structure, and while itās not a bad thing, itās not the same fire. Back then, every moment felt spontaneous, untamedālike the game couldnāt be scripted even if it tried.
Itās still *us*, just⦠evolved. Same club, same colours, same love. But that night? That night was magic in its purest form. No rehearsal, no second takesājust pure, unfiltered joy.
Numbers > vibes.
Wait till you lot make this choke out to be some mystical Moon landing when it was just two good mates brawling over a pint like always. Bondi in '17, yeah, the room shook because half the blokes there had a skinful already and Gus tapping meant another round was on ā I remember Old Dave at the bar literally doing a jig after because heād bet twenty quid on the choke landing. Twenty bloody quid!
yeah nah but remember that bloke mick who was waving his arse round the front row like a man possessed when Jon locked that choke just cos he "knew" Gus was going out? ended up spilling half his schooner on my shoes but i couldnāt even be mad cos the energy was that proper you know
You don't abandon your own.
wait till youse hear the one about young sean from hackney who showed up that night with a homemade "jonny jones for pm" placard but forgot to remove the price tag so every time he waved it the oc just glinted like a disco ball šš„ poor lad ended up signing half the front rowās beer mats coz they were too blurry from the glare to read his own name š¤£