david 31 from the Match Dat thread



I was saying the same thing to a mate.

In the last 6 games we have avearged 45 points a game.
Prior to that we were the only team in the comp to have scored over 50 points in every game.

Something has drastically changed.
McGovern's inclusion. Yes that's one.
Players aren't listening to the coach?
Or they are playing by playing "our way".
Anyne know which way we've been playing the last 6 weeks?

The MC picked three ins that are ground level players. LOB is an endurance freak with a great left leg. It was obvious to me from the selection that we were going to run the ball through the middle.
Did they use LOB's strengths?
No.
Did they play Gibbo in the mid field where he has played his best footy for us?
No.
Did Eddie have space to move around in in the F50?
No.

So why flowering pick them?

LOB will be dropped because he didn't rack up possessions in a chippy chippy down the line for almost three quarters that doesn't suit his skillset. He had a few possies late and when he took that one hander I said to my wife's uncle,
"This boy is a beautiful kick. This will be a goal."
SPS was back to his 14 metre passes sideways this week except for a few times he tried to penetrate and it came off but he will probably be remembered for getting caught HTB in the last five minutes when he was trying to break the lines.
Willo has such a beautiful left foot but how many times did he use it to create aopportunities through the centre. Even on the TV I could see they are not allowed to do it. Two players alone in the centre of the ground and he just followed the team plan of chippy chippy or long down the boundary.

Where is the team that ran Geelong off its feet?
Where is the team that ran the Dogs ragged?

The expectation of most of us was that a 10-12 finish would be a good result for the year but they showed us in those early games that they had the capacity to beat the good teams and actually make a statement and finish inside the eight. I think that's why we are all so pissed off now is that we know they are good enough, all they have to do is turn up and play four quarters of attacking footy. But they have gone back to the BB/MM game plan that is twenty years out of date. It's OK to do it when you are trying to control the tempo of the game for a few minutes but it should be plan B to stop a five goal run by the other team and not the only way you attack the goals.

Yeah nah. Simpson is exactly what the needed modern footballer is in 2020. A warrior on the ground never giving up but a human being not a robot once the siren sounds.

If that's all we think it takes, then best we get comfortable and enjoy our permanent seat in the 3rd row.

I wonder:

I wonder if this team is not Teague's team?

I wonder if Teague's team will have Cripps and Setters and Walsh; the rest he will cast off, not his type - whatever that means.
I wonder if the Gov will be set free, to wander some distant desert land talking a crock of shit while sipping tea - 'oh Lawrence, remember the good old days when the Arabs and we went dancing with the camels?'
I wonder if Fish is doomed to never dance in the center again, a bridesman never a groom? Or worse he too, to make room for a new crop of 'whomevers' that Teague claims as his own.

I wonder if this club is paid by the anguish is brings is a reverse bizarre world to the one that once brought joy, fishing up wins like a plethora of John the Baptist head's bleeding on the platter of our third quarters?And in my ears still rings the pounding of the signage, ah the glory of the yesteryears - who remembers? Who recalls with me the days of gold and plunder?

I wonder what side we might be when we scored every scored rather than one of our two or three?
I wonder if Weitering is sad and sore knowing his body carries the weight of a backline - will he, like Cripps, find Atlas was a god and so a mantle no man can maintain?
I wonder if Harry secretly loves Gov cos he shines all the brighter in that sow's ear of empty illusions - and if so beware, beware the Jabberwocky Curnow the younger, beware the jibbedy-jab that sends your talent trickling into this century's long line of Carlton could-have-beens - perhaps have a chat with Gibbs if you're around Curnow lad, talk to him about missed opportunities. Beware the tale that tells the story of Harry as the one who stood tallest while you fell into the endless cycle of disrepair.

I wonder if Kemp feels a strain on the knee already as expectations grow that he is the next in the hunched-shoulders and weary eyes of so many dismayed saviors?
I wonder if Essendon** and Carlton are in a heroic struggle to the bottom of the pit? It is too close to call that tussle between the pride and folly of two clubs so lost in the shadows, like moons fallen to the silent lands beneath.
I wonder if I will ever believe again?

Am I then damaged, fallen, lost, trussed up in the twine of too many gloriously explored avenues to losing?
Carlton my Carlton, I remember and that memory makes the present so much harder to bear.



I wonder what we'll be like next year?

Not quite sure about the stat, but the point's valid. The coach clearly has a problem with his set ups. We're not always going to be on top in midfield. But other teams manage to make it hard for the opposition to score. Our defenders have generally been excellent, I think it's the set ups that are killing us. Whenever we finally get a defender to play behind the ball, we tend to get back on top. It's really not all that hard, Coach.

I'd like to think that someone like Weitering pulls that next generation together and says "Did you see that horseshit? That ends now. I promise you that in 10 years time you won't see us chairing an opponent off the ground with smiles on our faces after a loss..."

You change the culture by demanding the non negotiable in a second, you make a statement that is all inclusive, teague has not done that.

Its going to take a hero with conviction. Weitering is of good character with no emotion...if only je was an All Australian too....

I’ll let today’s performance from players and coaches speak for itself, I’m sure there’ll be plenty of posters bring out the justifications and more important sugar coatings.


The administration will distinguish themselves in other ways in the coming weeks.

What a disappointing afternoon.

This is why I don't even bother looking at the "Carlton can still make the finals thread" or enter any discussion with Carlton supporters about finals.

I'm scared, I wont believe it until I see it, pretenders. I still cant believe Cripps yelled after the GC game "we are back" back form where?

To see a young Sholl (a handful of games) tear us up early in the game was so typical of this club.

They had 6 players with more than 20 disposals, we had 1. We have one of the poorest midfields, Walsh and Setterfield tried gamely today but they had limited support from Cripps, Murph and Ed today.

A poor midfield will always put more pressure on your backline and give your forwards poor opportunities.

Unless we trade/draft some good midfielders next year we will be back to the bottom 4 again, the Swans and Freo look ready to already overtake us next year with some good youth coming through.

Murphy, Simpson, Betts and Barker are the final reminders of the 'near enough is good enough' era, which is a poison that needs to be extracted from the club.

Sad but true.


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I wonder:

I wonder if this team is not Teague's team?

I wonder if Teague's team will have Cripps and Setters and Walsh; the rest he will cast off, not his type - whatever that means.
I wonder if the Gov will be set free, to wander some distant desert land talking a crock of shit while sipping tea - 'oh Lawrence, remember the good old days when the Arabs and we went dancing with the camels?'
I wonder if Fish is doomed to never dance in the center again, a bridesman never a groom? Or worse he too, to make room for a new crop of 'whomevers' that Teague claims as his own.

I wonder if this club is paid by the anguish is brings is a reverse bizarre world to the one that once brought joy, fishing up wins like a plethora of John the Baptist head's bleeding on the platter of our third quarters?And in my ears still rings the pounding of the signage, ah the glory of the yesteryears - who remembers? Who recalls with me the days of gold and plunder?

I wonder what side we might be when we scored every scored rather than one of our two or three?
I wonder if Weitering is sad and sore knowing his body carries the weight of a backline - will he, like Cripps, find Atlas was a god and so a mantle no man can maintain?
I wonder if Harry secretly loves Gov cos he shines all the brighter in that sow's ear of empty illusions - and if so beware, beware the Jabberwocky Curnow the younger, beware the jibbedy-jab that sends your talent trickling into this century's long line of Carlton could-have-beens - perhaps have a chat with Gibbs if you're around Curnow lad, talk to him about missed opportunities. Beware the tale that tells the story of Harry as the one who stood tallest while you fell into the endless cycle of disrepair.

I wonder if Kemp feels a strain on the knee already as expectations grow that he is the next in the hunched-shoulders and weary eyes of so many dismayed saviors?
I wonder if Essendon** and Carlton are in a heroic struggle to the bottom of the pit? It is too close to call that tussle between the pride and folly of two clubs so lost in the shadows, like moons fallen to the silent lands beneath.
I wonder if I will ever believe again?

Am I then damaged, fallen, lost, trussed up in the twine of too many gloriously explored avenues to losing?
Carlton my Carlton, I remember and that memory makes the present so much harder to bear.



I wonder what we'll be like next year?

Harford and the women legit leave the blokes for dead re honesty and hard work.