The strut is back & I am walking around loud and proud. If you had of said that in 2009 this was the script, I would have taken it hands down. We are young, we are still making dumb choices, we let the little things kill us, I swear, I carry on, I get frustrated, BUT WE ARE ABOUT TO EMBARK ON A FINALS CAMPAIGN.
The years of agony, teasing, taunting, heart break are a distant memory. We are playing Finals football again. The stars have aligned, the gods have smiled, the world is once again as it should be. Our beloved club is back where they belong, and I am srutting around Melbourne.
The bounce is back in my step, the smile on my face is bold, the clouds have lifted, all that counts is finals footy and WE ARE PLAYING FINALS FOOTY IN 2009. My sad memories seem distant, the endless bleak seasons seem to be further away in my memory, in 3 weeks time, we will all be holding our tickets that allow us entry into the games that count.
From week 1, the gloves are off, the past means nothing, we are Carlton & we demand respect, we expect excellence and we love to shine on the big stage. Bring on anyone, I no longer care, the culture that was once missing seems to be boiling over to fever pitch. The players can taste it, the board can taste it, the members & supporters can taste it, everyone else can see it, they are realising that the beast is awakening. Rejoice my firends, remember where we have been, what we have copped, enjoy the next 3 weeks, suck it up and soak it in.
Come the the first week in September, WE ARE THERE, the 22 rounds before means shit, lets cause carnage, lets break hearts, lets play with passion, heart & guts. WE ARE CARLTON, @#$%&! THE REST, we are no longer coming, we have arrived!
GO BLUE BOYS. BM
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