Any claim I might ever make to be a fair dinkum Aussie wouldn’t hold water: I simply loathe football and, in close succession, every other mass-organised team sport that has ever been invented. Note: mass-organised; nothing whatever against all those who play their own game of golf, tennis, basketball or what-have-you. Not even, for that matter, against all those who, each weekend across the continent, play for their local team their own variety of “kickball”, to use the old New Guinea pidgin term. Football (Australian rules) at my Melbourne school was the undoubted origin of my now well-advanced moral decay.…