missnaut wrote:
seanpb wrote:
We still haven't beaten anyone above us... f&%k me, we're shite.
There was a comment in one of the Hun articles from some peanut saying we hadn't beaten anyone decent and Richmond had done better against the top teams than we had
Another member of the venerable Supercoach generation, no doubt. The sort of person to whom numbers on a sheet mean more than actual performance. Or, I suppose they could simply be a Richmond nuffie.
Here's something I quickly put together for a uni assignment - (prep for the second semester said we had to write a brief piece, no more than 3/4 of a page, on something.)
Premierships are being spoken about in hushed tones by fans and media commentators, admittedly ahead of time. The corridors of Princes Park would be mindful of expectation and history, with those 16 cups sparkling in the foyer the impetus and reminder of the glory potentially in the offing.
The team who coined the phrase "premiership quarter" provided a blast from the past yesterday, swatting away the Swans with disdain in a 30 minute period where, even if they wanted to, John Longmire's Sydney couldn't get off the tracks as the train was coming through. For the first time in a decade they frighten teams. Judd was, by his own impossibly high standards, merely human. This, however, isn't the Carlton of twelve months ago. As the Carlton skipper was harassed and harried at every contest by two, sometimes three, Swans, the support cast rose to take equal billing. Murphy, Gibbs and Kruezer were superb, pulling the strings in a manner you'd expect from players of their pedigree.
Then there was Chris Yarran, a player the likes of which Carlton wouldn't have seen for many years. A world away from the hard-nosed, ruthless work of contemporary Nick Duigan and his predecessors Rice, McKay and Dean, the young West Australian oozed class, balance and poise as he cut a swath through an experienced and usually miserly Sydney half forward line. Then centre line. And, eventually, half back line.
The disappointment for fans was they didn't do more damage, a ten-goal lead whittled down to six by games end. The realisation from the players, however, was they'd done enough, that they'd proven enough for one day. Putting the cue in the rack with twenty minutes to play served only to prove how conclusively they'd run the show. For Sydney there can be no solace in their fighting last term, their opponents cruising home having crossed the finish line with forty five minutes to spare.
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