The eye-watering hits from this Aussie Rules Football (a term which, I think, translates into British English as "big cunts full-tilt running into other big cunts in a game of incomprehensible rules") compilation make us never want to bad-mouth an Antipodean barman again.
Nope, not even if they're wearing a shite shirt, necklace and keep chatting up a woman who is literally standing next to you and is literally your actual girlfriend. (Also their game contains a term called "spectacular marking" which is pretty fucking cool, imho.)
Sit back and watch one-hundred-and-seventy-five seconds of high-speed neck injuries while you nurse a shitty cup of tea.
