I'm feeling a bit emotional about this, as watching Kouta's career the last couple of years was like watching an elderly relative slowly pass away. You kinda know it's coming, but when it finally happens you still feel the same amount of loss.
Just wanted to share one of my favourite Kouta memories.
Was a game against Geelong at Princes Park, I think in '93 or '94, the mists of time and my fading memory are conspiring against me.
Anyway, it was a time where we thought we were on to something pretty special in Kouta, but the rest of the football world were still yet to recognise it (a bit like Setanta now, for our younger readers).
Anyway, Geelong cleared the ball from defence with a long kick to the wing where three Cats players had gotten loose. It looked to be a pretty run of the mill clearance, when from nowhere, running like a gazelle, came young Kouta, his mop of wavy hair bouncing on his head with the same enthusiasm that he was approaching the contest with. In what was to become his trademark, he leapt at the ball, somehow twisted his body around to get a hand on the ball and tap it to space. He then dived on the ball, at which point the three stunned Cats players dived on him. Unperturbed, Kouta got up to his knees, and with the three Cats hanging off him, proceeded to run on his knees until a Carlton player came in for the handball receive. The strength and agility displayed left me in absolute awe.
It was a sublime piece of play, the type of thing that gets superseded by big marks and spectacular goals (both of which Kouta has plenty), but it's a piece of play that will live long in my mind's eye until the ravages of dementia take it from me (which some might suggest isn't too far away)
_________________ Richard Pratt - A Carlton legend.
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