And so, the race to the Coleman Medal is over. If you asked me last year what price I'd give you on Jack Riewoldt ever winning, I'd have told you squillions.
'Copperfield,' said Mr. Micawber, 'farewell! Every happiness and prosperity! If, in the progress of revolving years, I could persuade myself that my blighted destiny had been a warning to you, I should feel that I had not occupied another man's place in existence altogether in vain.
- Wilkins Micawber