Where we at?
First, the AFL decided the shorten the quarters, taking away our main avenue to victory. Alright.
Second, we are forced to slice through the soft cap and stand down the support personnel who give us the mental edge to break through solid walls. OK.
Third, Jack expresses what any 2 x premiership player would express when the season shapes up like some plastic toy version of an AFL season - we’ll turn up, but only just. Fair enough.
Fourth, we get our usual raft of injuries to key personnel. Our midfield, arguably our most vulnerable zone, gets gutted like a fish and we haemorrhage clearances like there’s no tomorrow. Yup.
Fifth, two thirds of our team are badly out of form or simply ineffective. Higgins, George, Dan, Boobs, Fridge, Jack, Ivan, Ross, Josh. The list goes on. Irregular training, hub life, who cares what the reason is. The only thing keeping us alive is system and belief. The aura of a premiership team.
I reckon we’re struggling. Last week should’ve been a statement of sorts but we limped over the line.
We are leaky down back and wasteful up forward. At times we struggle to break lines, which is, to me, most uncharacteristic and worrying of all.
And yet a solid win tonight with Houli back and Nank to come would allay some fears. Beat Fremantle and Adelaide and we at least book a finals berth.
Ironically enough, the shorter quarters, the hideous 2020 version of our great game, might just give a team enough juice to win four finals.
If our club carries the expertise, the aura and the swagger all the way though, I think that team might still be us, despite the overwhelming odds.
First, the AFL decided the shorten the quarters, taking away our main avenue to victory. Alright.
Second, we are forced to slice through the soft cap and stand down the support personnel who give us the mental edge to break through solid walls. OK.
Third, Jack expresses what any 2 x premiership player would express when the season shapes up like some plastic toy version of an AFL season - we’ll turn up, but only just. Fair enough.
Fourth, we get our usual raft of injuries to key personnel. Our midfield, arguably our most vulnerable zone, gets gutted like a fish and we haemorrhage clearances like there’s no tomorrow. Yup.
Fifth, two thirds of our team are badly out of form or simply ineffective. Higgins, George, Dan, Boobs, Fridge, Jack, Ivan, Ross, Josh. The list goes on. Irregular training, hub life, who cares what the reason is. The only thing keeping us alive is system and belief. The aura of a premiership team.
I reckon we’re struggling. Last week should’ve been a statement of sorts but we limped over the line.
We are leaky down back and wasteful up forward. At times we struggle to break lines, which is, to me, most uncharacteristic and worrying of all.
And yet a solid win tonight with Houli back and Nank to come would allay some fears. Beat Fremantle and Adelaide and we at least book a finals berth.
Ironically enough, the shorter quarters, the hideous 2020 version of our great game, might just give a team enough juice to win four finals.
If our club carries the expertise, the aura and the swagger all the way though, I think that team might still be us, despite the overwhelming odds.