It looks like a premiership reunion.
The footballers lingering in front of the Watsons Oval clubhouse have that "I was pretty good in my day," vibe.
Some hairlines have receded, a few bellies have swollen and muscles are not as taut as they used to be.
Not that you will find anyone that gives two stuffs.
Leave worries about appearances to the modern generation of footballers - those white boot-wearing, chest waxing metrosexuals who think a hip 'n' shoulder is a dance move.
These blokes are a different breed.
Many started in an era where wearing a mouthguard made you soft.
Warmu-ups were a five minute stretch and a smoke behind the change room, while the warm down was another ciggy and a stroll to the club bar.
They revel in each other's company, too. Stories are swapped and so are the jibes.
Last Modified on 06/10/2009 12:31