Long Lost Hernaman said:Its true indeed. Long Lost Hernaman was quietly having his lunch in a popular Richmond eatery when Clinton, Greg and Maurice O'Shannassy sat down at tne next table. Here's what was said:
GM: Fellas, thanks for coming. Its time to get the old team back together. Demetriou won’t let me near GC17 or Western Sydney…I’ve got 30,000 Richmond 2009 members caps in my garage and Wrighty won’t return my calls…Channel 7 aren’t interested in any of my ideas…Hammerheads II, replacing the wiggle on Animal Hospital…
CC: sick animals eh? like the way you left the tigers and kangaroos?
GM: p!ss off Clint you can’t talk. Look, its time to make a move on the board. Marchie was OK when you could control him but the genie is out of the bottle and he needs putting back.
CC: a comeback eh? Property sales are slow with this downturn. Maybe a little profile wouldn’t go astray. You know, feel the punters’ love again. I like it.
MO: Umm Clint, you’re on the nose with the punters. Remember the debt you’ve left behind? The wooden spoons? The election fiasco?
CC: I don’t think so pally. I’m adored. I gave the club stability. The foyer in the club is named after me.
MO: Umm Clint, you named it after you.
CC: minor detail Maurie. You’re getting a bit uppity aren’t you? Greg and I brought you onto the board. You sat there and blindly agreed with a whole bunch of Greg and my decisions. What’s your story?
MO: well, you know, it’s umm err evolution. Governance.
GM: OK, so maybe they do think Clint’s a bit of a spiv…sorry Clint…nice white shoes by the way…so we’ll need a new figurehead. I’ve made a shortlist.
MO: this just says “No Schwabs”.
GM: yeah well it’s a work in progress.
MO: Not a bad start but I think you’re missing a couple of points here. You’re a bit on the nose yourself with the punters. Oakley-Nicholls ring a bell?
GM: mmmm, Jarrad is tantalising….um err I mean a tantalising prospect.
MO: pull yourself together Elton. It’s more than that. The board is looking for more transparency, methodology, planning. Modern strategy.
GM: I’ve got all that in spades. Here, look at these spreadsheets I’ve put together for the draft.
CC: Greg, why does it say M Pahoff at the top of the page? Isn’t Pahoff that crackpot that ran the election petition?
GM: never mind that…look Plough will be on board, we’ll get some names together and get back in business. Then we’ll head bush, find the best kids, offer them a colour telly and get ‘em to sign a form 4. You know, old school. That’s the way to run a footy club in the modern era!
MO: Look Greg, Plough’s got his own issues to deal with.
GM: I made you, you p!ssant suit. I interfered with an election for you blokes.
MO: It’s just not going to happen. You agree Clint?
CC: You really think they hate me?
MO: Surer than Spud never getting another coaching gig.
CC: Jesus. Then what’s in all this for me?
GM: It’s about what’s in it for me. You blokes owe me.
MO: Clint, can’t you find space on your payroll for Greg…use his talents…you know, win-win…
CC: I think we still have a vacancy in the aged care area....the job Dutchy didn’t take up…know anything about podiatry?
GM: aged care? that’s not my go…
CC: well you seemed interested enough in nursing Kent Kingsley in his twilight years…take it or leave it numb-nuts. I’ve got to go; I’m due at the *smile* Reynolds Club lunch. You want a lift Maurie?
MO: yeah. Bye Greg.
Now there's some gold for ya. Genius. :hihi