Agreed. Both Cox and Brown have modelled their games on those huge plastic, inflatable stick figures you see outside used car yards, with flailing arms to attract attention. When they sense the slightest body contact, Brown and Cox switch into an exaggerated, off-balance dance routine, a cheating form of a modern-day hokey pokey.
As much of a genuine champion as Adam Goodes was, he also had his own do-si-do, gangnam-style, nutbush-city-limits moves he could turn on at whim – in an instant he could abandon the beautifully balanced, strong-through-the-core, elite athlete act and turn on a well rehearsed impression of a giraffe on skates. It's funny how these guys, when they have possession and a goal beckons, can stand up in a contest and get ball to foot, and yet, without the ball, their entire musculo-skeletal system turns to jelly.