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The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - THE AWARDS

Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 20 vs Essendon - VOTE HERE

3. Ivan
2. Milesey
1 Dusty
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 20 vs Essendon - RESULTS

2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award
Voting Results for Round 20 vs Essendon

RICHMOND 1.2 7.4 9.8 14.11 (95)
ESSENDON 3.2 6.4 8.7 11.11 (77)

GOALS
Richmond: Deledio 2, Gordon 2, Riewoldt 2, Edwards 2, Ellis, Griffiths, Houli, Cotchin, Martin, Maric
Essendon: Chapman 2, Carlisle 2, Melksham 2, Dell'olio, Goddard, Z.Merrett, Windlerlich, Heppell

Rank Change Player 3 VOTES 2 VOTES 1 VOTE RD TOTAL TOTAL VOTES AVG
1 - Dustin Martin 0 1 1 3 663 2 34.9
2 - Trent Cotchin 0 2 0 4 630 2 33.2
3 - Alex Rance 0 0 1 1 537 1 38.4
4 ↑1 Brandon Ellis 24 10 3 95 475 37 25.0
5 ↓1 Jack Riewoldt 0 0 1 1 456 1 24.0
6 - Brett Deledio 4 4 7 27 400 15 26.7
7 - Anthony Miles 16 16 2 82 370 34 41.1
8 - David Astbury 0 0 0 0 268 0 33.5
9 - Matt Thomas 0 0 0 0 241 0 18.5
10 - Daniel Jackson 0 0 0 0 223 0 22.3
11 - Reece Conca 0 0 0 0 175 0 10.9
12 ↑2 Shane Edwards 4 11 6 40 162 21 8.5
13 ↓1 Sam Lloyd 0 0 0 0 141 0 17.6
14 ↓1 Ricky Petterd 1 2 2 9 138 5 10.6
15 - Ben Griffiths 4 2 17 33 129 23 10.8
16 - Nathan Foley 0 0 0 0 95 0 6.8
17 - Matt Dea 0 0 0 0 60 0 8.6
18 ↑5 Ivan Maric 2 6 11 29 52 19 5.2
19 ↓1 Nick Vlastuin 0 0 0 0 51 0 3.2
20 ↓1 Troy Chaplin 0 0 0 0 48 0 2.5
21 ↓1 Shaun Hampson 0 0 0 0 47 0 4.3
22 ↓1 Bachar Houli 0 0 1 1 41 1 2.2
23 ↓2 Tyrone Vickery 0 0 0 0 40 0 3.3
24 - Shaun Grigg 0 0 0 0 18 0 1.6
25 - Matthew McDonough 0 0 0 0 16 0 2.3
26 - Dylan Grimes 0 0 0 0 13 0 0.9
27 - Ben Lennon 0 0 0 0 12 0 2.4
28 - Nathan Gordon 0 0 1 1 11 1 1.4
29 - Steven Morris 0 1 0 2 7 1 0.4
30 - Matthew Arnot 0 0 0 0 4 0 1.0
=31 - Jake Batchelor 0 0 0 0 3 0 0.3
=31 - Chris Newman 0 0 0 0 3 0 0.2
=33 - Orren Stephenson 0 0 0 0 1 0 1.0
=33 - Jake King 0 0 0 0 1 0 0.5
Total Voters=55

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MATCH REPORT
by spook & tigergollywog

Carn' the Tiges!
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 20 vs Essendon - RESULTS

It looks like the Panther has been offline since I sent him the report yesterday, so in the interests of letting you guys read it before it gets lost in tonight's votes, here it is. Hopefully Panthera doesn't mind.

A Paul Keating Of A Win
by spook and tigergollywog

The caller and the colour man is a long-established and successful partnership in sports broadcasting, but one AFL media struggle to get right. Bruce and Dennis have both lost their marbles, and BT tries to be both caller and colour, while Darce succeeds in being neither.

We here at PRE believe we have the balance right, with spook calling the game from his premo seat on the MCC balcony (Level 2, right on the wing) and tigergollywog providing the special comments from the unique perspective of his Byron Bay lounge room 1000 miles away.

We’re playing the Bombers in a bid to keep our slim finals hopes alive, so as they say in the classics, “let’s go to the video tape”.

Spook: After dinner in the Long Room (roast turkey sublime, roast beef meh), washed down with a couple of Crownies and a bottle of 175th anniversary Shiraz (how’s your mid-strength in plastic cups, peasants?) my cousin, his Essendon-supporting mate (seems a good bloke) and I join Dad (doesn’t do the Long Room, thinks it’s a wank) and my uncle in our balcony seats. I earlier received a text from an old mate, who is an Essendon fan and a lawyer but against all odds still manages to be a good bloke. He’s coming on his own (Essendon fan, lawyer) and asked me to try to save him a seat. You can’t do that on the balcony but I tell him where we’re sitting and just before the bounce he slips into the seat next to me.

Thoughts on the warm-up, gol?

TGW: Hi-Vis Vests don’t suit Richmond's Greatest Love Machine. They make him look handsome and weak. Anxious. Small.

Spook: An encouraging start sees a strong mark to Griff and typical Jack vision and left-foot execution ends with Lids outmarking Hocking on the 50 and banging through a big goal to open scoring. It remains our only goal of the quarter, compared to Essendon’s three, but we’re not playing badly – they’re just better, with their speed a real threat.

Eeevaahn has his hands full with the athletic Ryder in the ruck, ditto Rance and Morris down back with Carlisle and Chapman respectively. A huge pack mark and goal by Carlisle is an ominous sign, while Hooker has the clamps on Jack down the other end.

Anthony ‘Not Good Enough For The Wooden Spooners’ Miles is treated for leather-poisoning at quarter-time, having racked up 14 possessions in the opening stanza. Sheds is also prominent and the game feels evenly poised. We’re just unable to find a clear target inside 50 and the Bummer defence holds firm. Gol?

TGW: There are two ways to look at Essendon F.C.

1. An orchestra of lying, dirty, cheats, conducted by a tabloid of sociopaths, or
2. Through a delusional black and red smoke haze.

Spook: The second quarter begins with Brando opposed to Goddard on the wing, an aggressive move designed to take advantage of BJ’s less-than exemplary accountability. It pays dividends immediately when Goddard drops his head and an uncontested mark in our goal square. Shane Edwards roves, does his patented shimmy and hands off to Brando arriving at pace like Miroslav Klose at the back post, and it’s back to a goal.

Cheapies to Melksham and Goddard either side of a Griff lead-mark-goal (MOAR!) sees the Bummers’ two-goal lead restored, before Houli, Grigg and Batch combine to give Jack his first sniff at a sausage. It’s a difficult set shot from 52, five metres in from the boundary, but he splits the middle.

Eeevhan wins a crucial clearance at half-back, setting Gordon into space with only Lids and Hocking between him and the goals. Flash does the intelligent thing and puts the ball between Lids and the goals, Lids runs onto it and levels the scores (after attention-Haw Matthew Nicholls calls for a video review).

It’s a hugely entertaining game, with plenty of contests, one-on-one play, great tackling and end-to-end ball movement from both sides. Miles, Chimp and Edwards are good in tight and Petterd continues to confound his knockers.

Nicholls gets his chrome-dome on the telly again, with a score review denying Eeevahn a goal when Heppell touches it off the boot, but we’re in front for the first time since early in the match. Not long after, Armbar Melksham and Emo Carlisle combine brain-fades for a 100-metre penalty and goal to Bachar to give us a seven-point break.

The beauty of footy is you always get a chance to atone, and from the resulting centre bounce the ball ends with Melksham, who hits Carlisle lace-out. Karma’s a b!tch though, and he sprays a simple shot.

Heppell is jogging around seemingly unmanned, and when he picks a ball off his bootlaces and finds Chappy, who converts from 50, scores are level again. They remain that way until after the half-time siren, when Chimp goals after being held by the hopelessly outclassed Baguely (seriously, can he do anything but punch the ball out of bounds?).

We win a pulsating quarter by six goals to three but a one-goal lead means it’s anyone’s game. Half-time comment, gol?

TGW: Dimma has built a large ratchet. And taught Ivan how to wind it. Every now and then, it slips. Early in the season, the stopper pin was fashioned from a sun-brittle, neon wristband that Benny Gale found on the beach at Lakes Entrance. It often gave way and sent the ratchet spooling wildly. And everyone got scared and stood back. But then someone, im not sure who (it might have been Tony Miles) offered a new pin, adapted from the water pump spline from a HR Holden. And with confidence comes certainty, security and freedom.

Spook: We begin the third quarter in our customary slumber, conceding the first two goals. It could have been much worse, with the Bummers wasting several chances throughout the term, most notably the skilful Merrett kicking out on the full from 30 out straight in front. (He’s going to be a good player though, and is the exact type we need a couple of in our forward half. If he’s on our side, we win by six goals.)

We get a steadier when Gordo stands his ground and takes what should have been paid a mark (with resultant 50-metre penalty for a late hit to the head by Dempsey) but the ump pays a free instead. No worries, Flash calmly slots it from a difficult angle, and even though he hasn’t had a lot of the ball, I’ve been impressed with his energy.

Thomas has been an abomination, and when he runs to the bench and Flossy sheds the green to take the field, we hope it’s Thomas subbed off. We’re not sure though, as they interchanged for each other, and we don’t know if that’s permissible. For the next five minutes my cousin and I play a game of ‘who’s still out there?’ before concluding it must be Thomas who was subbed and breathing a sigh of relief.

Brando continues to improve, adding defensive running to his offensive output, and he takes a couple of goal-saving marks in the Essendon square. Griff is presenting well and marking strongly, and Eeevaaahn is beginning to wear down Ryder around the ground.

Another Essendon miss results in a long kick out of defence from Houli to Maric. His kick up the line sees Griff use Hooker as a step-ladder. It’s instructive of Griff’s improvement on two levels – the confidence to fly for the mark and one-grab it, but also the workrate to push back to be an option, having been involved in the Maric contest. As befitting our everything-old-is-new-again game plan, Griff quickly moves it long to a 50/50, and Flash is desperately unlucky to be pinged for touching Baguely’s back when outmarking him.

The ball rebounds down the other end, where Merrett makes his costly blunder. From the resultant free the ball goes through the hands of Rance (got right on top of Carlisle), Chaplin (slaughtered an underdone Daniher), and Jake ‘1%-er’ Batchelor to a contest on the wing. As opposed to earlier in the season, we’re not at all shy of kicking to contests, and when Chapman takes the old man’s way out against Sheds and goes to ground, Jaaack swoops in and sends the ball inside 50 to a two-on-two – Martin and Gordon against Baguely and Myers.

My mate Matt the Essendon-supporting lawyer is one of those who likes to listen to the radio call while watching the game and even sitting between me and my uncle he has one earphone in. I’m quite vocal at a game and his right ear cops my call: “Go The Bull, swing around and curl it through Marto… BANG! GOAL!” He’s a good sport Matt, and tells me I called it better than the Triple M guys.

It swings the momentum back our way. My cousin had a few minutes earlier commented that Dusty had been quiet, but the scoreboard tells us he’s had 14-odd disposals, headed only by Miles, Brando and the Chimp for the Tiges.

A free against Ryder in a ruck contest inside their 50 sees the umpire call Eeevaaahn back from the wing to take the kick, despite Foley being the one to lay the tackle. Several seconds elapse before the ump blows time-off, which proves crucial just over a minute later.

Sheds gets pinged thinking he’s Dangerfield and the Bummers have us hopping on the rebound, before a great one-on-two contest by Flossy and assistance from Chaplin (again, one-on-two) turns it back over our way and Floss sends the ball inside 50 where it’s Dusty in the clear. The ball won’t sit for him though, and Hooker does a great job in pushing him off the ball, but the Bull fights on, gets a handball to Flossy, who shoots one off the deck to Flash, who dodges two Bummers and slots a goal – a second after the siren sounds.

Wow. What an heady end to a thrilling quarter. After our slow start, we actually win the quarter by a point and take a seven-point lead into the last.

TGW: At the start of the third quarter, Dyson Heppell worked out the mechanism and sneakily took the strain off the stopper and let it spool for bit when Ivan wasn’t looking. But then Ivan whispered to The Chimp ‘Is ok comrade. Ive got it’ and The Chimp grinned; Young Brandon laughed aloud; Shimmy did a backflip; Jack smirked; and even Gordo, who is unaccustom to the device and it workings, and had recently been reading The Old Man and the Sea, allowed himself a giggle.

For a well-made ratchet, in the hands of a strong man, will only go in the desired direction.

Spook: Maric has got on top of Ryder around the ground but big Paddy’s big leap is still a huge factor at centre bounces. He sends the Bummers deep forward at the start of the last, but Grimey, playing a strong defensive game, rushes a behind. Houli kicks in long to centre wing, where great tackles by Griff and Brando win us the ball. Griff’s tackle was his third effort, after contesting the mark and following up at ground level, hugely encouraging signs from the big fella whose competitiveness has been questioned ever since he arrived at Punt Road.

Brando finds Flossy with his free kick, and Richmond’s Greatest Love Machine has a one-two with Grigg before chipping the ball inside 50, where Jaaack does well to create space for Shimmy Shane Edwards to float in for the mark.

Formally a dicey set shot, Shimmy nails his 13th straight for the season to give us the crucial first goal.

Chimp wins two more clearances either side of a bone-rattling tackle by Petterd on the hapless Baguely. Chimp’s second kick sends the ball deep forward, where Flash wins a free for too high and again, he calmly slots a major.

Three-goal break but the quarter is barely three minutes old, so there’s plenty of time for the Bummers to steal it.

Grigg is playing as Heppell’s nominal tagger, and he treats it with about that much respect. Heppell seemingly has it on a string, gathering 11 touches for the quarter and providing darksiders with something to whinge about even in victory. Two of his kicks go straight down Houli’s throat, however; Bachar resolute against his old mob.

A great build-up goes awry when a shocking turnover by Morro turns an inside-50 into an Essendon goal. Windowlicker wrong-foots Newy, who uses his 247 games of experience to forget his opponent is a right-footer.

The Bummers swing Hurley forward to see if he can recover from the bath Griff’s given him and turn the game, but he sprays his one opportunity and reverts back to his old role as Batch’s b!tch. “Could be an important point,” Matt jokes, half-serious, as the gap is now 11 points.

Heppell kicks it to Houli again, with Flossy, Griff and Batch involved in a chain that ends with a diving mark just outside 50 by Flash. He tries to pinpoint Jaaack surrounded by five Bummers. He can’t mark but the ball falls into his arms and he swings his left boot at it. It floats through for the kind of goal only special players kick.

No resting easy in this game though, and from the centre bounce Grigg follows the ball instead of his man. Heppell takes advantage to snap a goal and cause Bruuuth to blow in his pants and call him a champion.

Another quick goal to Melksham and it’s back to a one-goal game. It’s a thriller, in style and substance.

The Bummers press hard but our defence holds firm. Rance shows dash, Griff bootlaces the ball even cleaner than Heppell did earlier in the match, but Maric sells Miles into trouble and Dempsey finds Heppell just inside 50. Bruuuuth’s refractory period could be in for a stern test but a tired kick just squeaks in for a behind – another potentially important point as it makes the difference just five.

A point to us makes it a straight kick, which is what Howlett cannot do when faced with a 40-metre set shot. Lids marks the kick and belts it long down the line. There are still more than five minutes on the clock, and here comes the defining play of the match.

Heppell backs into the pack, Chimp flies from the side and Daniher soars over the back. I have no doubt that in a couple of years Daniher clunks this mark and sends it back to the teeth of goal, but either Chimp or Heppell gets enough hand on the ball to spoil him, and in swoops Shimmy Shane Edwards. No shimmy this time, just lightning-quick hands to Houli, who does likewise to Foley, to Ellis, all sideways and just backwards in a rugby-like wave. Ellis gives a little one over the top to Chimp, whose cut-out pass finds Flossy and he kicks to space in front of Jack. Hooker is on his hammer, but with Newy on the overlap, doesn’t want to overcommit. Jaaack sends Newy wide with the handball, he steadies and fires a pass at the leading Griff – but Floss has run on and in his enthusiasm he cuts across in front, putting Griff off and he drops the mark. Newly-resolute, the big man with all the tools roves his own ball and snaps it 45 metres over his shoulder to the square, where Shimmy Shane – the man who started it all – ends a 150-metre surging run by edging out Melksham and slamming the ball into the Ponsford Stand.

Exhilarating stuff. Magnificent.

All hail Titch, whose last quarter surpasses Heppell’s. He dominates the clearances, runs hard, and his ball use is brilliant. It’s a come of age game not just for Griff, but Edwards as a seriously influential midfielder.

It’s a two-goal lead again but five minutes remain. Chimp wins another centre clearance but the Bummers take the ball forward, where Windowlicker outpoints Morro and hooks it into the post from a tight angle for a third potentially important point. It’s a big test for the Tiges and our growing maturity, as good teams don’t lose when 11 points up with three-and-a-half minutes on the clock.


Brando plays on from the kick-in and launches it long to the wing, where Griff halves a marking contest against Carlisle and Daniher. Edwards wins another clearance but the Bummers launch again off half-back. Howlett has another chance but his snap falls short and Lids again marks on the last line.

Under three minutes now and power running by Eevaaahn and Grigg soaks up time via uncontested marks. Lids gets it back and goes long to the wing, where Griff makes another strong contest and Shimmy again roves the pill, sending a perfect kick into touch.

Heppell doesn’t stop trying, winning a hit-out third man up, but who else but Titch runs onto the loose ball (I want to call him Shimmy but I can’t help Titch escaping at times). A free to Chimp soaks up time and his kick is marked by the Cossack Colossus, Eeevaaahn Marrrr-ich. Jaaack marks Ivvy’s kick despite being surrounded by three Bummers and his point means we can’t lose as Matt tells me there’s less than a minute left.

Houli and Grigg turn over the kick-in, Brando spots up Griff and he launches it high and deep where Eeevaaahn marks in front of a beaten and bowed Ryder. Symbology all round and a huge cheer as the siren sounds before Ivvy slots it for an 18-point win.

TGW: Ivan knew the game was won, dropped the ratchet at CHB and drifted forward. The mark he takes in front of goal, on the siren is the catalyst for the invention of a new dance genre in tiger lounge rooms across the world. Its kind of hard to describe, but if you imagine Peter Garrett, trying to do The Nutbush like Mick Jagger would, to the tune of Tigerland, then you have a mental approximation of the routine. Please be advised though; if trying this routine at home, it is best not to have a tumbler of hard liquor brimming. Just have your glass half full.

Spook: We’re alive. We believe. God I love footy.

TGW: There is only really one way to look at The Richmond F.C., when all is said and done.

1. A sublime metaphor for the human condition. The fallible and the potent. The wildly unpredictable and the certain. An embodied contradiction, with a core of always being exactly as it is.

And so it was; a victory for the true believer.

Spook: Amen, brother. Bring on the Crows!
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 20 vs Essendon - RESULTS

I've been looking forward to this report coming from such astute Tigers.

Needless to say, an outstanding piece of journalism.

Just heading out to the Adelaide oval to watch the Tiges against the Crows. Let's hope it's another victory for the True Believers.

Thanks Spook and Golly......better than Lennon & McCartney!
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 21 vs Adelaide - VOTE HERE

Versus Adelaide

3. Cotch
2. Rance
1. Edwards
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 21 vs Adelaide - VOTE HERE

3. Chimp
2. Lids
1. Shimmy Shane Edwards
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 21 vs Adelaide - VOTE HERE

3. Cotchin
2. Deledio
1. Rance

Morris, Gordon, Ellis and Edwards all unlucky.
 
Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 21 vs Adelaide - VOTE HERE

3. Ellis
2. Morris
1. Cotchin
 
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