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Damien Hardwick
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Or might be the best thing for him.Instead of being gifted games after a lack luster pre-season.A kick up the butt.Or end up like Stack.
Very hard to judge morale from the outside looking in.
Guys like Bolton, for example, don’t resign on long term contracts if they aren’t happy.
I think Dimma understands our team has changed and our opponents have figured us out to some extent.
We now have to adapt to this new reality, but it will take time.
You can’t judge Dimma now. He needs 2-3 years of the young guys coming through before we know where we are at. And I am backing Dimma to produce the goods. We have some pretty exciting talent coming through that just needs to physically mature a bit.
Dimma is a great coach. I don’t want him sacked but I think he might walk at end of year.
If he stays and still has the juice, fine with me.
Also, Kyuss is a really *smile* band (and name)
Good point, I’ll throw out all my kyuss records cos the mountain poet said they’re *smile*. I’m guessing you’re more of a matchbox 20 kind of guy.
The mountain has chosen. Sometimes it isn't sought. Sometimes it isn't an object of desire. Until you realize you're standing at base camp and you're in love again.
How to sum up our emotions at the foot of this current mountain? Looking up, it's the most fearsome peak yet - filled with hidden valleys, haunted by storms, cursed by maddening false promises and cold, empty dead-ends.
Mr Damien Hardwick has done it again. A mailman delivering on time, as promised, despite copping more than one flat tire along the way. Players old and new speak passionately about his undying capacity to motivate, to enthrall, to elicit the very best from a man's soul. Experts, fans and coaches alike talk of 'rewiring', of 'refreshing', of 'renewal'. That's precisely where we sit, as confronting as it might seem. The glittering era of 2017-2020 is but a brilliant memory - alive, but intangible. In many respects, gone. This team is on a heist run - should we claim the unthinkable, it would be a bandit raid to eclipse Hawthorn of 2008, Adelaide of 1997 and a host of other thieves in the night.
So many stories to this most unlikely of finals runs. A club meandering for much of the year has found its purpose, its collective resolve. A seed has been planted, a narrative has gathered glorious momentum. We know our coach loves nothing more than a good story, told both in furious bursts and quiet moments over a long campaign. As always, those without the ultimate success, whose who look sideways at premiership cups and medallions, ride high in the players' imaginations. Robbie Tarrant, hardened knight at the end of his crusades. Tyler Sonsie, elegant teen discovering the layered universe of his silky ability for the first time. Maurice Rioli Junior, brilliant starburst plastering smiles on faces all over the country.
The mountain has chosen. This club has been imperiously successful for some time now and in some respects grown fat off the land. We could forgive some players for failing to find the rabid, feral edge that turned them into junkyard dogs in previous campaigns. We could forgive some players for finding nothing but pleasant reflection inside where once a dark resolve glittered like a knife in the night. We could forgive our club for charting a stately course to the next halcyon crop of stars, a frontier for other leaders, other coaches, other dreamers.
But the mountain has chosen. We stand in the furnace once more, where there is nothing else to do but fight for your life. The crucible is near - the darkest, most sinister challenge I've seen. As foreboding as the next month must surely be, I am equally certain that fear has been eradicated from the fabric of this amazing, amazing club. Whatever is thrown at us in battle tonight, we will raise the fight.
The mountain has chosen. In so many ways we didn't seek it. But rising to meet the coming storm could result in the sweetest victory of all.
Quick question. Was this as embarrassing to write as it was to read?
How to sum up our emotions at the foot of this current mountain? Looking up, it's the most fearsome peak yet - filled with hidden valleys, haunted by storms, cursed by maddening false promises and cold, empty dead-ends.
Mr Damien Hardwick has done it again. A mailman delivering on time, as promised, despite copping more than one flat tire along the way. Players old and new speak passionately about his undying capacity to motivate, to enthrall, to elicit the very best from a man's soul. Experts, fans and coaches alike talk of 'rewiring', of 'refreshing', of 'renewal'. That's precisely where we sit, as confronting as it might seem. The glittering era of 2017-2020 is but a brilliant memory - alive, but intangible. In many respects, gone. This team is on a heist run - should we claim the unthinkable, it would be a bandit raid to eclipse Hawthorn of 2008, Adelaide of 1997 and a host of other thieves in the night.
So many stories to this most unlikely of finals runs. A club meandering for much of the year has found its purpose, its collective resolve. A seed has been planted, a narrative has gathered glorious momentum. We know our coach loves nothing more than a good story, told both in furious bursts and quiet moments over a long campaign. As always, those without the ultimate success, whose who look sideways at premiership cups and medallions, ride high in the players' imaginations. Robbie Tarrant, hardened knight at the end of his crusades. Tyler Sonsie, elegant teen discovering the layered universe of his silky ability for the first time. Maurice Rioli Junior, brilliant starburst plastering smiles on faces all over the country.
The mountain has chosen. This club has been imperiously successful for some time now and in some respects grown fat off the land. We could forgive some players for failing to find the rabid, feral edge that turned them into junkyard dogs in previous campaigns. We could forgive some players for finding nothing but pleasant reflection inside where once a dark resolve glittered like a knife in the night. We could forgive our club for charting a stately course to the next halcyon crop of stars, a frontier for other leaders, other coaches, other dreamers.
But the mountain has chosen. We stand in the furnace once more, where there is nothing else to do but fight for your life. The crucible is near - the darkest, most sinister challenge I've seen. As foreboding as the next month must surely be, I am equally certain that fear has been eradicated from the fabric of this amazing, amazing club. Whatever is thrown at us in battle tonight, we will raise the fight.
The mountain has chosen. In so many ways we didn't seek it. But rising to meet the coming storm could result in the sweetest victory of all.
Quick question. Was this as embarrassing to write as it was to read?
No, and they’re pretty much the same lol
Both bland as *smile*
So yes, throw out the records Marlon Blando
I liked it. I also doubt you could write it.
To return serve I would need to dig through the archive but TBH who can be bothered with that?
Answer - angry Kyuss, owner of bland records
He might as well do it to the whole list and especially our senior players who have been the biggest let down.
I always thought he was more a Radiohead type of guy...At one point, he wrote some useful insights. Now in the mountainous quest to reach the pinnacle, the head has disappeared firmly into a dark cave, and now all you can make out are drones, squawks and meanders through self-congratulatory riffing.
Radiohead are OK but did lose themselves up their asses, fully agree with this career synopsis. Hail to the Thief did redeem matters a little.
As for me, my posting merely reflects the club’s fortunes. Some here do not like to hear it when times are tough.
I do think we’ve still got plenty of exciting talent on the list so not all is lost.
Ps I am certainly no Radiohead bleeding heart but they are infinitiely better than Kyuss lol
Times are tough. But I don't think we've hit an iceberg either - although the injury gods are certainly trying to conjure up the mother of all season ending ones for Dimma to try navigate around.
Fyi, you may not have seen it, but Dimma has already (in an interview on 360 iirc) said he'd voluntarily walk if we had to rebuild rather than keep contending.
Don't forget 5/6ths of 2017 as well. Funny how Carter's posting significantly dropped off after that flag. Now we're looking average once again he's back to his sanctimonious best.
Way to rational for some on here Dave, simply wasted on the perennial lurkers that are outraged we haven't won the last few flags n entitled to win this years as well.
