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The 2015 PREmier Fighting Tiger - THE AWARDS
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2 - Hunt
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3: McIntosh.
2: Hunt.
1: Ellis.
3: McIntosh.
2: Hunt.
1: Ellis.
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Re: The 2015 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 1 vs Carlton - RESULTS
2015 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award
Voting Results for Round 1 vs Carlton
CARLTON 4.7 6.9 6.12 11.12 (78)
RICHMOND 2.3 7.10 9.13 15.15 (105)
GOALS
Carlton: Jones 2, Menzel 2, Rowe 2, Bell, Gibbs, Jaksch, Simpson, Tuohy
Richmond: Riewoldt 4, Lloyd 3, Griffiths 3, Grigg 2, Gordon, Martin, McIntosh
Total Voters=95
MATCH REPORT
by spook
Ah, Round 1 against the Bluebaggers. As much as I, like many of us, love cricket, it’s fair to say we were more than ready for the footy to start at the unusually late date of the first Thursday in April.
Richmond-Carlton at the G is now the traditional season-opener. For most of the past decade it has been an albatross around our neck, a grand stage exposing of our failings both physical and mental; off-season hopes and dreams dashed within two hours. Remember ’09 – the hype and hope around Benny Cousins – but when Richo hit the post in the first minute our collective heart sank into our boots and only got lower. Cuz tearing his hamstring that night was a metaphor for our season.
We’ve been a better side than Carlton for three years, but they’ve almost always found a way to embarrass us. Who could forget Brick McLean kicking a goal out of his arse in 2012, or a year later one of the best first quarters we’ve played in years counting for nothing, or a month after that 95,000 watching us waste first-half dominance and get overrun by the ninth-placed team in our first final in 12 years.
Bitter, bitter, pills.
*smile*, I hate Carlton.
Overrun. That’s what they’d done to us. Outrun, outpaced. Betts, Garlett, Yarran. Kryptonite. Narrow victories in R1, 2013 and R2, 2014 were less triumphs and more angst-ridden hell-rides as they all but swallowed up big leads. We’d held on, but they didn’t feel much like wins.
But, Betts is gone. Garlett is gone. That sonofab!tch dog Waite is gone. We’re better, they’re worse. Confidence was high as we headed to the G.
It’s the year of the fan, apparently, which means – “Hey! Look over there! Three dollar pies and fireworks! No need to look behind the curtain.”
Apparently there were fireworks, and a hovercraft, and God knows what else in the pre-match entertainment. I didn’t see any of it, because it’s *smile* and I come for the footy. We took our seats as the skippers tossed the coin with a haze of smoke enveloping the ground.
Our start was poor, with Carlton dominating clearances and putting pressure on our ball use. The dinky one-metre handballs to a stationary teammate with an opponent next to him were back. Carlton’s third-string ruckman Cam Wood was jumping all over Eee-vaahn. Chimp missed a sitter from 30 out straight in front. Liam ‘VFL’ Jones kicked two goals in the first quarter.
The good news was that at quarter-time we were only 16 points down. Griffo had clunked a couple and slotted our only two majors, while first-gamer Kamdyn McIntosh was in everything (his first act was to dislocate Daisy Thomas’ shoulder), as was Geelong recruit Taylor Hunt. We couldn’t buy a clearance, but our rebounding off half-back looked sharp.
Not too worried. Settling-in nerves, Carlton coming out hard. Class will prevail.
The Blues began the second quarter with a couple of goals to our one, a rove off the pack by Dusty in one of his few sightings. The lead had stretched to 23 points and although we were still calm in our belief the boys would hit back, the Blues fans behind us were finding their voice.
[Are there are only two types of Blues fans – criminals (organised) and criminals (white-collar)? Behind us was one of those annoyingly hot (hotly annoying?) blondes with a big mouth, one eye and a suitably whipped boyfriend. One of those fans who argues with you even though you’re not talking to her.]
Anyway. We’re getting killed at the contest, with hard tags on Chimp, Lids, Dusty and Brando. But we begin to wrest back momentum. Right from the start, the one facet we’ve been superior in is rebounding – both our attacking off half-back and stopping them doing it. Lids gets influential and Brando and Houli work into the game. All the play is up our end but we can’t convert. Until McIntosh, who has been prolific if a little untidy at times – roves a Steve Morris marking contest on the apex of the 50 and the boundary. In half a dozen steps he puts eight metres on Chris Judd, squeezes through two other Bluebaggers and slots his “first goal in footy”, as commentators like to say.
It’s the spark we need, and the first of three goals in less than three minutes that sees us back on pretty much even terms. Significantly, the first-gamer is involved in all of them. For the second, he beats Judd in a contest on the wing, linking up with Slammin’ Sammy Lloyd, who finds Griff, who launches a 60m rainmaker to the square. Here we see the payoff in Jack not having to be the man under the ball at all times, as he roves the pack like he’s KB and snaps truly.
The third goal is even better, and one of two for the night that for me, are indicative of our hurt-factor transition game. Once again, we lost the centre clearance, but caused a stoppage at true centre-half-back. K-Mac wins the clearance, handballs to Grigg, who handballs to Chappy, who handballs to Dusty in a bit of space. He thumps the ball 60m to Griff one-out. Griff is pulled down in the contest, but springs up to receive a handball from Lids, don’t-argue Smurfy, and set Shedda into space. Sheds rewards a 100m surging run from Grigg, who puts us within three points and gets right up in the grill of old mate Jamo.
Bang! The crowd’s alight, the Blues are rocked, the Tigers are on their way and the game is never in doubt from here on in. We take a seven-point lead into the half.
The Blues have all the play in the first several minutes of the third, but only manage a couple of points. Then comes the second of the goals to which I referred.
Nick ‘Chop-Off Man’ Vlastuin cuts off a Carlton attack, as he did all night in a mature performance that was both tough and composed. The balls goes through the hands of Alex ‘Tarzan’ Rancealot (who would surely have Guinevere all aflush and by whom Arthur would think himself privileged to be cuckolded), before Houli spreads the Carlton zone by kicking wide to Brando. Players including Lids and Batch sprint to the outer wing to present options, taking their men with them and leaving the centre square practically vacant for the wonderfully unobtrusively effective Anthony Miles to sneak into. Instead of turning to his outside, Brando ducks back in, hits Miles and directs him to go. Meanwhile, behind the goals vision shows Jack and Slammer also running laterally into position at half-forward. Jack notices that Jamo is the only Carlton player with them, so he leads back towards the square, leaving Lloyd all alone to be hit up by Miles, play on, stroll to 50 and nail it. Considering Carlton has had most of the play up to this point, it is a dagger in their cold, dead hearts.
We dominate the rest of the quarter, allowing Carlton but a solitary late point. Our inability to reflect that dominance on the scoreboard, however, means the difference is only three goals at the last break.
The opening minute of the last symbolises the match. Carlton wins a contested ball and Yarran takes two bounces along the members’ wing, but kicks it straight to Rance, with Chaplin the only player near him. Rance immediately switches to K-Mac on the outer side, he has five bounces, hits Jack on the tit, Jack goals and Carlton fans begin to trickle out of the ground.
Carlton scores a major for the first time in an hour, and it’s pretty much goal-for-goal from there as the game opens up. On the replay, Bruce tries to tell us that the game is still alive, but we’re in full control, they have no Betts or Garlett to send shockwaves up our spines, and when Jack marks a high ball and converts from 50 for his fourth, even Bruce admits it’s over.
Carlton aren’t much chop and there’s no danger of anyone getting ahead of themselves. Job done, not brilliantly, but well enough. The positives were the second tier of players stepping up, like Flossy, Miles, Ellis (arguably first-tier now), Sheds (ditto), Griff, Lloyd, Houli and the superb first-up performances of K-Mac and Hunt, who I’ve barely mentioned but ran and linked up all night.
Our rebound was great and the forward combination of Jack, Griff and Lloyd looks potent, with complementary strengths and what seems a great understanding. Jack looks the fittest he’s ever been and it allowed him to roam wherever he pleased and lose his nemesis Jamo in play. Morris as defensive forward was a mixed bag, but given it was his first real go at it, I’ll reserve judgement for a few weeks. One thing’s for sure, opposition defenders will know he’s there.
Where we need to improve: clearances, especially those of the centre variety. We keep hearing from coaches and players that “whenever we need a clearance we throw Sheds in there” – his brilliant hands won the most clearances of anyone on the ground, so perhaps he should start there. Maric ended up wearing down Wood, but he’s still vulnerable to a ruck who can reach/jump over him. That we dominated three quarters of the match and only won by 26 indicates we need to capitalise better. A return of 2.3 when we owned the third was poor reward.
It wasn’t a particularly impressive performance on the surface, but considering Chimp, Lids and Dusty all had fewer than 20 touches in a game for the first time ever (thanks, L2R2R), and we still won comfortably, perhaps it is more impressive than first glance suggests. Something to build on, anyway.
spook’s best: Jaaaack, Flossy, K-Mac, Sheds, Hunt, Rance, Houli, Ellis, Miles.
EDITORIAL
by Panthera tigris FC
Welcome back everyone to the 2015 Premier Fighting Tiger awards. What a way to start. A solid win against the Scum, record membership numbers at the club and now a new record in ballots cast in this award. In the years this award has run, this was the most voters to cast ballots after a match, with 95. Thanks for everyone's contribution and a big thanks to spook for providing a great first match report.
A nice Rising Star nomination for Kamdyn's debut and he was the clear favourite amongst the PRE voters. Another player in his first hit out in the Yellow and Black, Taylor Hunt also had a great start to his career at Tigerland and Jack was again solid in front of goals, showing plenty of mobility and hurting the opposition on the scoreboard.
Let's hope we can keep the momentum going for our first home game of the season this Saturday at the 'G!
Carn' the Tiges!
2015 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award
Voting Results for Round 1 vs Carlton
CARLTON 4.7 6.9 6.12 11.12 (78)
RICHMOND 2.3 7.10 9.13 15.15 (105)
GOALS
Carlton: Jones 2, Menzel 2, Rowe 2, Bell, Gibbs, Jaksch, Simpson, Tuohy
Richmond: Riewoldt 4, Lloyd 3, Griffiths 3, Grigg 2, Gordon, Martin, McIntosh
| Rank | Change | Player | 3 VOTES | 2 VOTES | 1 VOTE | RD TOTAL | TOTAL | VOTES | AVG |
| 1 | NEW | Kamdyn McIntosh | 36 | 32 | 20 | 192 | 192 | 88 | 192.0 |
| 2 | NEW | Taylor Hunt | 26 | 24 | 9 | 135 | 135 | 59 | 135.0 |
| 3 | NEW | Jack Riewoldt | 14 | 10 | 22 | 84 | 84 | 46 | 84.0 |
| 4 | NEW | Alex Rance | 9 | 10 | 14 | 61 | 61 | 33 | 61.0 |
| 5 | NEW | Nick Vlastuin | 7 | 4 | 7 | 36 | 36 | 18 | 36.0 |
| 6 | NEW | Brandon Ellis | 1 | 9 | 11 | 32 | 32 | 21 | 32.0 |
| 7 | NEW | Shane Edwards | 2 | 4 | 7 | 21 | 21 | 13 | 21.0 |
| 8 | NEW | Bachar Houli | 0 | 2 | 2 | 6 | 6 | 4 | 6.0 |
| 9 | NEW | Ben Griffiths | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1.0 |
| 10 | NEW | Sam Lloyd | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1.0 |
| 11 | NEW | Ivan Maric | 0 | 0 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1 | 1.0 |
MATCH REPORT
by spook
Ah, Round 1 against the Bluebaggers. As much as I, like many of us, love cricket, it’s fair to say we were more than ready for the footy to start at the unusually late date of the first Thursday in April.
Richmond-Carlton at the G is now the traditional season-opener. For most of the past decade it has been an albatross around our neck, a grand stage exposing of our failings both physical and mental; off-season hopes and dreams dashed within two hours. Remember ’09 – the hype and hope around Benny Cousins – but when Richo hit the post in the first minute our collective heart sank into our boots and only got lower. Cuz tearing his hamstring that night was a metaphor for our season.
We’ve been a better side than Carlton for three years, but they’ve almost always found a way to embarrass us. Who could forget Brick McLean kicking a goal out of his arse in 2012, or a year later one of the best first quarters we’ve played in years counting for nothing, or a month after that 95,000 watching us waste first-half dominance and get overrun by the ninth-placed team in our first final in 12 years.
Bitter, bitter, pills.
*smile*, I hate Carlton.
Overrun. That’s what they’d done to us. Outrun, outpaced. Betts, Garlett, Yarran. Kryptonite. Narrow victories in R1, 2013 and R2, 2014 were less triumphs and more angst-ridden hell-rides as they all but swallowed up big leads. We’d held on, but they didn’t feel much like wins.
But, Betts is gone. Garlett is gone. That sonofab!tch dog Waite is gone. We’re better, they’re worse. Confidence was high as we headed to the G.
It’s the year of the fan, apparently, which means – “Hey! Look over there! Three dollar pies and fireworks! No need to look behind the curtain.”
Apparently there were fireworks, and a hovercraft, and God knows what else in the pre-match entertainment. I didn’t see any of it, because it’s *smile* and I come for the footy. We took our seats as the skippers tossed the coin with a haze of smoke enveloping the ground.
Our start was poor, with Carlton dominating clearances and putting pressure on our ball use. The dinky one-metre handballs to a stationary teammate with an opponent next to him were back. Carlton’s third-string ruckman Cam Wood was jumping all over Eee-vaahn. Chimp missed a sitter from 30 out straight in front. Liam ‘VFL’ Jones kicked two goals in the first quarter.
The good news was that at quarter-time we were only 16 points down. Griffo had clunked a couple and slotted our only two majors, while first-gamer Kamdyn McIntosh was in everything (his first act was to dislocate Daisy Thomas’ shoulder), as was Geelong recruit Taylor Hunt. We couldn’t buy a clearance, but our rebounding off half-back looked sharp.
Not too worried. Settling-in nerves, Carlton coming out hard. Class will prevail.
The Blues began the second quarter with a couple of goals to our one, a rove off the pack by Dusty in one of his few sightings. The lead had stretched to 23 points and although we were still calm in our belief the boys would hit back, the Blues fans behind us were finding their voice.
[Are there are only two types of Blues fans – criminals (organised) and criminals (white-collar)? Behind us was one of those annoyingly hot (hotly annoying?) blondes with a big mouth, one eye and a suitably whipped boyfriend. One of those fans who argues with you even though you’re not talking to her.]
Anyway. We’re getting killed at the contest, with hard tags on Chimp, Lids, Dusty and Brando. But we begin to wrest back momentum. Right from the start, the one facet we’ve been superior in is rebounding – both our attacking off half-back and stopping them doing it. Lids gets influential and Brando and Houli work into the game. All the play is up our end but we can’t convert. Until McIntosh, who has been prolific if a little untidy at times – roves a Steve Morris marking contest on the apex of the 50 and the boundary. In half a dozen steps he puts eight metres on Chris Judd, squeezes through two other Bluebaggers and slots his “first goal in footy”, as commentators like to say.
It’s the spark we need, and the first of three goals in less than three minutes that sees us back on pretty much even terms. Significantly, the first-gamer is involved in all of them. For the second, he beats Judd in a contest on the wing, linking up with Slammin’ Sammy Lloyd, who finds Griff, who launches a 60m rainmaker to the square. Here we see the payoff in Jack not having to be the man under the ball at all times, as he roves the pack like he’s KB and snaps truly.
The third goal is even better, and one of two for the night that for me, are indicative of our hurt-factor transition game. Once again, we lost the centre clearance, but caused a stoppage at true centre-half-back. K-Mac wins the clearance, handballs to Grigg, who handballs to Chappy, who handballs to Dusty in a bit of space. He thumps the ball 60m to Griff one-out. Griff is pulled down in the contest, but springs up to receive a handball from Lids, don’t-argue Smurfy, and set Shedda into space. Sheds rewards a 100m surging run from Grigg, who puts us within three points and gets right up in the grill of old mate Jamo.
Bang! The crowd’s alight, the Blues are rocked, the Tigers are on their way and the game is never in doubt from here on in. We take a seven-point lead into the half.
The Blues have all the play in the first several minutes of the third, but only manage a couple of points. Then comes the second of the goals to which I referred.
Nick ‘Chop-Off Man’ Vlastuin cuts off a Carlton attack, as he did all night in a mature performance that was both tough and composed. The balls goes through the hands of Alex ‘Tarzan’ Rancealot (who would surely have Guinevere all aflush and by whom Arthur would think himself privileged to be cuckolded), before Houli spreads the Carlton zone by kicking wide to Brando. Players including Lids and Batch sprint to the outer wing to present options, taking their men with them and leaving the centre square practically vacant for the wonderfully unobtrusively effective Anthony Miles to sneak into. Instead of turning to his outside, Brando ducks back in, hits Miles and directs him to go. Meanwhile, behind the goals vision shows Jack and Slammer also running laterally into position at half-forward. Jack notices that Jamo is the only Carlton player with them, so he leads back towards the square, leaving Lloyd all alone to be hit up by Miles, play on, stroll to 50 and nail it. Considering Carlton has had most of the play up to this point, it is a dagger in their cold, dead hearts.
We dominate the rest of the quarter, allowing Carlton but a solitary late point. Our inability to reflect that dominance on the scoreboard, however, means the difference is only three goals at the last break.
The opening minute of the last symbolises the match. Carlton wins a contested ball and Yarran takes two bounces along the members’ wing, but kicks it straight to Rance, with Chaplin the only player near him. Rance immediately switches to K-Mac on the outer side, he has five bounces, hits Jack on the tit, Jack goals and Carlton fans begin to trickle out of the ground.
Carlton scores a major for the first time in an hour, and it’s pretty much goal-for-goal from there as the game opens up. On the replay, Bruce tries to tell us that the game is still alive, but we’re in full control, they have no Betts or Garlett to send shockwaves up our spines, and when Jack marks a high ball and converts from 50 for his fourth, even Bruce admits it’s over.
Carlton aren’t much chop and there’s no danger of anyone getting ahead of themselves. Job done, not brilliantly, but well enough. The positives were the second tier of players stepping up, like Flossy, Miles, Ellis (arguably first-tier now), Sheds (ditto), Griff, Lloyd, Houli and the superb first-up performances of K-Mac and Hunt, who I’ve barely mentioned but ran and linked up all night.
Our rebound was great and the forward combination of Jack, Griff and Lloyd looks potent, with complementary strengths and what seems a great understanding. Jack looks the fittest he’s ever been and it allowed him to roam wherever he pleased and lose his nemesis Jamo in play. Morris as defensive forward was a mixed bag, but given it was his first real go at it, I’ll reserve judgement for a few weeks. One thing’s for sure, opposition defenders will know he’s there.
Where we need to improve: clearances, especially those of the centre variety. We keep hearing from coaches and players that “whenever we need a clearance we throw Sheds in there” – his brilliant hands won the most clearances of anyone on the ground, so perhaps he should start there. Maric ended up wearing down Wood, but he’s still vulnerable to a ruck who can reach/jump over him. That we dominated three quarters of the match and only won by 26 indicates we need to capitalise better. A return of 2.3 when we owned the third was poor reward.
It wasn’t a particularly impressive performance on the surface, but considering Chimp, Lids and Dusty all had fewer than 20 touches in a game for the first time ever (thanks, L2R2R), and we still won comfortably, perhaps it is more impressive than first glance suggests. Something to build on, anyway.
spook’s best: Jaaaack, Flossy, K-Mac, Sheds, Hunt, Rance, Houli, Ellis, Miles.
EDITORIAL
by Panthera tigris FC
Welcome back everyone to the 2015 Premier Fighting Tiger awards. What a way to start. A solid win against the Scum, record membership numbers at the club and now a new record in ballots cast in this award. In the years this award has run, this was the most voters to cast ballots after a match, with 95. Thanks for everyone's contribution and a big thanks to spook for providing a great first match report.
A nice Rising Star nomination for Kamdyn's debut and he was the clear favourite amongst the PRE voters. Another player in his first hit out in the Yellow and Black, Taylor Hunt also had a great start to his career at Tigerland and Jack was again solid in front of goals, showing plenty of mobility and hurting the opposition on the scoreboard.
Let's hope we can keep the momentum going for our first home game of the season this Saturday at the 'G!
Carn' the Tiges!
Re: The 2015 PREmier Fighting Tiger Award - Round 1 vs Carlton - RESULTS
Ripper as always, thanks PT & Spook that was great
Ripper as always, thanks PT & Spook that was great
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