The goal posts are four coconuts, and from time to time, a bigger wave than most comes along and moves the goal unbeknownst to the poor goalie. Who is busy looking the other way. Just imagine the look on Max's face when the opposition runs past him and shouts "GOAL!", and he realises he has been keeping the wrong bit of beach!
Now, Debs is here and we have to figure out dinner and play some scrabble. Trials and Tribulations!
ps. what yuh need me to bring??