Re: The 2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 2 vs Carlton - RESULTS
2014 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award
Voting Results for Round 2 vs Carlton
RICHMOND 6.3 10.6 12.12 14.14 (98)
CARLTON 2.4 5.5 9.7 12.14 (86)
GOALS
Richmond: Vickery 4, Ellis 2, Martin 2, S. Edwards, Cotchin, Deledio, Griffiths, Riewoldt, King
Carlton: Yarran 3, Everitt 2, Menzel 2, Bell, Simpson, Waite, Garlett, Gibbs
Rank | Change | Player | 3 VOTES | 2 VOTES | 1 VOTE | RD TOTAL | TOTAL | VOTES | AVG |
1 | ↑2 | Matt Thomas | 31 | 18 | 3 | 132 | 177 | 52 | 88.5 |
2 | ↓1 | Brett Deledio | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 134 | 1 | 67.0 |
3 | ↓1 | Trent Cotchin | 1 | 2 | 3 | 10 | 133 | 6 | 66.5 |
4 | NEW | Brandon Ellis | 24 | 16 | 9 | 113 | 113 | 49 | 56.5 |
5 | ↑3 | Dustin Martin | 6 | 8 | 6 | 40 | 41 | 20 | 20.5 |
6 | ↓2 | Shaun Hampson | 1 | 0 | 1 | 4 | 33 | 2 | 16.5 |
7 | NEW | Ricky Petterd | 1 | 11 | 6 | 31 | 31 | 18 | 15.5 |
8 | ↓2 | Ben Griffiths | 1 | 3 | 16 | 25 | 29 | 20 | 14.5 |
9 | NEW | David Astbury | 2 | 6 | 9 | 27 | 27 | 17 | 13.5 |
10 | ↓5 | Nick Vlastuin | 1 | 3 | 4 | 13 | 23 | 8 | 11.5 |
11 | NEW | Bachar Houli | 2 | 2 | 7 | 17 | 17 | 11 | 8.5 |
12 | NEW | Tyrone Vickery | 0 | 4 | 8 | 16 | 16 | 12 | 8.0 |
13 | ↓6 | Shaun Grigg | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 5 | 1 | 2.5 |
14 | NEW | Shane Edwards | 1 | 0 | 0 | 3 | 3 | 1 | 1.5 |
15 | NEW | Jake King | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1.0 |
Total Voters=73
MATCH REPORT
by Eat the rich
RICHMOND V. Carlton The REAL round 1 - The BIG PAYBACK
" I don't do Karate....I do Karazy.."
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Not since 1973 had the club built up ‘ Revenge ‘ against the Blues into such an all encompassing mantra for Club, player, member, and supporter alike. The EF had been sitting in our guts all summer long, burning like a curry made with bhut jolokia chillies, and the ‘other round one’ seemed to serve as an unwanted distraction. Just on the ‘Blues’, I can’t help but wonder if Graeme Richmond wandered down to the crossroads of Swan and Punt Roads one uneasy, foreboding moonless midnight in September way back when, and sold our soul to Papa Legba . Sure we secured an unprecedented win in all four Grand Finals that year, but we’ve been dogged by those ‘Blues’ ever since. Recently, not even a new 'Blind Boy on the Kazoo' seems to have given us the edge in these, cuttin’ heads duels. We haven’t had a convincing win against Carlton since the Chinese were buying houses for their Feng Shui.
PRE had been subjected to the caterwauling crowd on masse. TV was our newest and favest cuspidor , and even if James Joyce rated him, no one else did. The ‘circlekneejerk’ was perfected over the week, and although it sounds Dutch, it was hardly phlegmatic. No, it ranged from pernicious to pernickety - back and forth…….and, so on. A black and yellow bathysphere was almost commissioned, such was the depth of despair on these pages.
So, the day we’d been waiting for finally arrived, and after 2 weeks of inner turmoil, I awoke to a sense of clarity and calm. We were going to win, let the celebrations begin. I made my way into Swan St. and started the game off with a few drinks with my Tiger brethren, and then over to the ‘G. Footy was back in Melbourne, it was a Tigers home game,… and it was good.
I’d worked up a sweat on the walk over , Melbourne being a balmy 23.4*C , I ordered a ‘Pure Blighter’. At $7.20 for a mid strength beer in a plastic cup, …and it was not good. I might have to IV my bro-in-law Keithy who is perpetually drunk. I’d much rather he gave blood than me. The game was scheduled to start on time due to the earthquake off the coast of Chile being a week late. Lights, drums, crepe paper…ACTION!
And ACTION! aplenty! 4 goals in 6 minutes, to Sheds, Ellis - what a cracker - , Dusty - oooooo , suits you sir young sir! - dangerous, Cotch, and followed up by a great banana from Ty in the 16th min. and Lids puts it over the fence from 55 out , in the 21st. Quarter time Richmond lead 6.3.39 - 2.4.16, and Carlton don’t even look like it.
Second Quarter. 2 goals in three minutes, the first being the goal of the round to Brandon Ellis, and what an absolute pearler it is, an exclamation mark on his 1st if anyone felt that was a fluke. Big Ben cuts Ty’s lunch for his 1st, beautifully kicked. 8.3.51 - 2.4.16 to the good, and we’re playing all over the scum. Revenge is sweet. I want more candy. Sheds squanders a couple, and the donkey kicks one for them. Jack restores service. Chris Yarran worryingly scores too easily, Ty answers. Yarran scores another a bit too easily, and instead of going into half time after dominating and in a very commanding position, there is just an inkling, a wafer thin element of doubt that the blues may not be finished. Richmond 10.6.66 - Carlton 5.5.35
Second half begins, and it’s like someone forgot to tighten up the wheel nuts.
It is us that is being dominated and every now and then, struggling to score against the run of play. For the next 40 mins Carlton win the contested ball and move the ball at will into their forward line. The fact they can’t score must be Divine intervention, such was the sensed collective prayer of the Richmond faithful witnessing this inquisition of our faith. The flames, they licked higher.
19th minute mark of the 4th Quarter, and our 37 point game high lead has evaporated, - scores are level 12.12.84 - 12.12.84. I witness my first first ceremonial divesting of Tigers apparel in front of me, followed by the membership lanyard being hurled over the Level 2 balustrade, and foam flecked renouncement of his love for the club as he exits the stadium. I can only feel for him. A grown man has been reduced to tears.
Richmond FC, you really are, a strange religion.
Then the miracle we’ve prayed for / ..err... trained for - look, we’ve just got to get better in those particular scenarios, learn our lessons , move on and make sure it never happens again ……happens. We reverse the rope-a -dope, and start piling the pressure on Carlton. They’re spent, the Tiges are arm wrestling this away from them. A goal to Ty, brilliantly worked by Sheds in the 24th minute makes it 13.14.92 - 12.12.84.
The ‘play on’ call against Griff with 2 minutes left on the clock was ridiculous, umpire #10 in an under officiated game seizing upon his last chance to FUBAR things. Fittingly the Ass misses a shot, and leaves the scum 7 points adrift. Ricky Bobby then Black Boxes it with a spoil Right on Time for a rushed behind, but unfortunately, the kick out is returned to a dangerous spot. Assisted by deft body work from Chaplin on Henderson, Griff then launches himself like a SAM, intercepts the ball with a fantastically judged strong mark and sends an ICBM 70ms down the line, gathered by the ‘Warthog’ who with a FANTASTIC long kick of his own, delivers an absolute moment of joy to all present, by creating a 1/1, mano e mano, gladiatorial cage match between Dusty and Touhey. The great unwashed give the thumbs down.
Die you Scum! Game over. Goal. Game OVER!
All over the land, there is much singing and celebration, dancing and laughing, even if it hadn’t been sanctioned by Mick Jung-il who was busy throwing his headset, popping haemorrhoids by the dozen and castigating anyone who could be assed listening, or who had the general misfortune of being in his area of abuse. He is such a gracious man. Performance based contract , anyone?
In the end we got the 4 points and we head into the bulldogs game 1/1. I’d much rather be us, than Carlton. Revenge.RRRRREEEEEEEVVVVVVEEEEEEEEENNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGEEEEEEEEEEEE!
EDITORIAL
by Panthera tigris FC
Two weeks of great reporting from the PRE wordsmiths, with ETR really capturing the feeling at the match. In fact, we might sit in the same area, as a large contigent of Tiger supporters got up and left when Carlton levelled the score in the last. Strange religion indeed.
Oh well! I had a surreal evening fighting a cold, with a mild fever that I am sure my $7 mid-strength beers weren't helping. Chatting to fellow fans at half time I commented on that 5-goal margin, stating that it felt familiar, to which I was howled down. We all know how it turned out - Groundhog Day. It really did feel like we were defeated once Carlton levelled the score, we hadn't looked like scoring up until that point. Fortunately, the heroics of Tyrone and Dusty did enough to secure the victory. Flip the two halves around and we would be raving about our comeback, but instead we dwell on another capitulation to Carlton that almost ended in another defeat. I'll take the win, the 4 points and move on.
In the voting this week, Matt Thomas again was prominent. If you were to tell me that he would be elevated from the rookie list and sit atop the voting after the first two rounds, I would probably have laughed. His hardness and gut running were critical in our victory this week and he was recognised for it. Ellis also played a great game, kicking two freak goals and shutting down Gibbs in the process. A nice game and a nice response to the criticism he received from his coach the previous week. Finally, Dusty was rewarded by the voters for some classic Dusty footy. Both of his goals were textbook Martin, strength, skill and dash. That sealer had the crowd in raptures with strangers hugging me in my delirious state!
The Doggies are an interesting team at the moment, one that we used to struggle against, but have been dominant over in recent seasons. They aren't to be underestimated as they are good at the contested ball, but we should account for them if we are serious about finals.
Carn' the Tiges!