The question on everyone's lips yesterday at McLean Park - "Where is David?".
He isn't out there in the middle (as far as we know)
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Could he be the guy with the beard?
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Aha! He's in the Harris stand...
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| Nope, it's a red herring |
So I employed my agents, A and C, to get into the hunt. They aren't very experienced, but are easily motivated...
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| Dad, if I find him will you give me five dollars? Yes. Cool! |
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| Five bucks? I would buy lollies! |
I realised I would need to go into the field myself
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| Looking in the Corporate Boxes in the Graeme Lowe stand |
It wasn't easy to keep my troops motivated. They wanted to fool around
And it began to get dark. This is proving to be harder than I thought...
Aha - he's been spotted in seat 235 - the chase begins. I have him in my sights...
Hold on - it seems there is a campaign to distract me - or is it the field agents trying to get paid? Counter intelligence is a constant threat in the espionage world...
Aha - not so hard to see in that Hi-Viz is he...
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| Another red herring I fear |
They seek him here, they seek him there...
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| I'm David |
I knew it, he WAS out on the feild - this isn't going to be easy, not with the security guards in on it. Anyone could be hiding him -
Every hunt for fugitives and spies ends up running through a crowded market scene with foodstalls and chickens in crates, and a chef with a big knife - let's see if he's running through the pizza stall...
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| Sure enough, the old 'run through the kitchen' scene... |
Uh oh, he's got friends in high places
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| We can't touch him in there... |
Now it's into the crowd - hiding in plain sight
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| I wonder if I can get an autograph from Ross Taylor? |
The chase is hard, it's wearing us down - but David is alone, on the run, a hunted man. He's exhausted...and rehydrates in the ambulance while hiding under some blankets
So I get the Blackcaps involved - hey Bracewell, have you seen David? 'Nah, how about you Kyle?' 'He went over by the scoreboard' -thanks guys
Yep - over by the scoreboard there are twenty policemen looking for him now - but he was disguised and got away...
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| searchlights are on |
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| I saw him, he's over there by my Dad |
I'm getting Sikh of these puns
And suddenly, the chase is over. Trapped. and run to ground in a pile of empty beer bottles. It's a shame...
Well played, David.....
