Rd 13 v GWS
Phewf!
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| A massive crowd at the G, you can almost hear the roar. Tsk, tsk Dees fans. |
Well we did it. Go us. We’re Giant beaters and it feels
good. It doesn’t matter that they’re a first year franchise with players that
aren’t legally allowed to drink; I had no sympathy for the Giants once we
started laying down the pain. When we get these moments we have to savour them,
and savour them we did, all 20,000 of us. Massive crowd. But what a great
20,000 when booing young Thomas Scully in unison. The roar of the crowd when
Jordie McKenzie marked over the top of Scully was great, we were almost as
happy as when we had the number one draft pick.
I should make it quite clear that if ol’ Kev (and he is old)
came to me with a lazy 6 mil I’d be doing a lot more than deserting my team for
the ravishing surrounds that are Greater Western Sydney, “Land of the Falafel”.
No hard feelings here Tom.
I should also mention the doubts I had pre-game based on the
competitive form of GWS this season and the lack there of it from Melbourne.
But it’s ok. Winning meant I didn’t cry. My mascara didn’t run.
Now. Nathan Jones. You’re not off the hook yet, I’m still up
for marriage if you are.
Colin Garland and Jared Rivers, you can be part of the
wedding party if interested, you earnt that right following your newfound
obsessions with kicking goals.
Also of note is the return of Flash Davey. Dunno where
you’ve been mate but welcome back, it’s lovely to have you here, sit down, make
yourself comfortable and I’ll get some bikkies and tea. He reminded me of an
overexcited moth chasing a firefly…a leather firefly. (I decided any reference
to a jack russell chasing a ball would be a touch cliché so go with me on that
one).
Whilst Davey was rediscovering some valuable form from
seasons past, Mitch Clarke was getting kneed in the face by Magner. James, I’m
gonna go ahead and offer a little word of advice, this of course coming from
someone who’s never played sport anywhere near the standard you do, don’t knock
out your team’s best forward. It doesn’t help you, it doesn’t help the fans and
Mitch Clarke is a big unit that you don’t want holding a grudge.
What was most pleasing out of the game was how Melbourne
decided to take a stand and control a game they could very easily have slipped
on. Watching them run, carry and move the ball quickly was a sight for sore
eyes. And with that Melbourne winter chill, sore eyes were the flavour of the
day.
So we got the job done and that’s always great to watch but
also of note has to be the dressing down I received from a grandmother early in
the third quarter. Now when I say ‘dressing down from a grandmother’ it’s ok,
no children have to avert their eyes, this blog is G-rated. What I mean is that
she took umbrage at my good-natured vocal attacks directed towards Scully and
offered some alternative opinions that I might like to adopt. I didn’t.
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| Sam Blease came in for a bit of stick in the last update. Obviously still not over it. Jack Watts 50 games, great work mate. |
Next week Lions at the Gabba. Could be an alright match that
one. At least we can hope that they won’t smack us in the same vein they did
round 1. I won’t be flying up there to check it out…unless someone wants to
offer me an all expenses paid trip? Anyone?
Give it some thought and get back to me.
Go Dees.
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