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After seeing Australia's decidedly dodgy World Cup performances, the lads have decided to offer there services to the National team when they get back from Mawson's Hut.

By that point, Soccer Football Soccer Australia may have even arranged some nets...

Also, for the record, Ezra was born TWO WHOLE YEARS ago today, about 75 minutes after this post goes live. Happy Birthday Ezra!
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Roddy said…
Good to see you have taken up my suggestion and are staying in Mawsons hut. I'm sure the boys will be a lot more comfortable than out in the open.
19 July 2010 at 20:05
Magpie said…
I love the angle of this shot.
Happy Birthday Ezra!!!
19 July 2010 at 23:54
Anonymous said…
How can he be 2 already? That makes me feel so old! (I was still in my 30s then!).

Happy Birthday Ezra :)
20 July 2010 at 04:20
Priyanka Khot said…
Happy Birthday Ezra!
20 July 2010 at 04:46
Pasadena Adjacent said…
Always like stopping by once in awhile to see how the boys are getting on. It appears I've showed up in time for cake
20 July 2010 at 06:31
Kris McCracken said…
Ez says thanks all!

Two years has flashed by.
24 July 2010 at 08:16
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