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So asthe third Test gets underway at Headingley,asWimbledon wades through its damp first week,and as theTour de France heads into stage six,we’ve taken a dive into the secret world of late-night sports snacking — with a little help from some contributors on social media,who shared the wisdom and secrets of their expanding winter waistlines.

Here are our suggestions,named in honour of some of the athletes often responsible for our Extreme Couch Snacking.

Graphic:Marija Ercegovac
Graphic:Marija Ercegovac

The Warnie

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Tim Tams. BBQ Shapes. Salt and vinegar chips. Twisties. Cheezels. Mixed lollies

This one is for the traditionalists,named in honour of a man who enjoyed a lolly and a bikkie and a chip and sometimes had the waistline to prove it. He also kept us up late more often and for more good reasons than almost any Australian sporting figure in history. This offering is for those who need the post-midnight sugar hit,along with a touch of comfort food,to get them through to the next wicket.

The Lance

Wine. Weed. Whiskey

Whatever you need to get you through to the finish line,named in honour of the man who won the Tour de France seven times taking that precise attitude. The Lance approach lends itself best to some sort of shenanigans before the start of your preferred sporting event. Perhaps a boozy dinner party,or a night at the pub. Prop yourself on the couch and keep on punching. You might not remember what happened,but you will enjoy it.

The Boon

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Beer. Just beer. Just one more beer

This is sort of a combination of The Warnie and The Lance,traditional and comforting and alcoholic – but basic,nothing fancy. It’s named for the Australian cricketer David Boon who famously drank 52 cans of Victoria Bitter on a flight to London,back in the day when such a feat wouldn’t get you sacked and pilloried as a bad example to the kiddies. The Boon defies common sense – drinking beer,in the middle of the night in winter,with work the next day? – but it pays homage to tradition,and isn’t that what these great sporting events are all about?

Graphic:Marija Ercegovac
Graphic:Marija Ercegovac

The Novak

An apple. Some nuts or dried fruit. A slice of wholemeal toast

This one is very annoying but delivers the greatest-of-all time-results,and so is named for the man who fits that exact description. If you were sitting on a couch at 1am with the annoying GOAT himself,what do you think Novak Djokovic would be eating? Activated almonds and psychic sparkling water,of course,and he would probably be fit to run a marathon before bed. Be your best,annoying self.

Graphic:Marija Ercegovac
Graphic:Marija Ercegovac
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The Federer

A nice brie. Some fine meats. Some high-end crackers.A bottle of Evian

Just because you’re sitting up in the middle of the night sprawled across the couch in your pyjamas does not mean you need to abandon all pretensions to class. In honour of the most refined sportsman who ever lived,roll out the charcuterie board and go for elegant.

Tip: you can combine The Federer with The Boon,which in sports snacking circles is known as being piss-elegant.

The Barty

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A block of chocolate. A cup of tea. Maybe a coffee to keep you going

In honour ofnew mum and all-round legend Ash Barty,we’re thinking fuel and comfort food here — if Ash is up late pacing with newborn Hayden and watching Wimbledon this week,we’re guessing she’s not reaching for the beers or the fancy salami.

I’ve been drinking coffee and sometimes stronger things through Wimbledon rain delays since before Barbie ran for president,let alone had her own movie.

It’ll be some simple classics to keep her going,and there is much to be said for the basics:a block of Dairy Milk and a nice cuppa. This is suitable for all occasions – win,lose,or draw – though it might pay to have some champagne on hand at your Barty Party in case we make the Brits cry again at the cricket.

Whatever your snack preferences,we can agree there are times like that when it’s compulsory to raise a glass to the sporting gods.

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Neil McMahonNeil McMahon is a freelance writer based in Melbourne.

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