Sunday, 10 August 2014

Long walk meets short pier

In the past it has been suggested by some that the AFL season is too long. I've never understood the idea, and would generally prefer that they chucked the pre-season and extended the number of premiership matches - but I'm pretty sure that yesterday after 1135 days of football being more of a chore than fun (dating back Friday 1 July 2011 when we went into the game against the 12th placed Bulldogs in eighth, lost by 11 goals and started to break up at a rapid rate) - I hit my limit.

For those of you who visit these pages for the rigorous, in-depth tactical analysis that we're famous for I'm afraid I've got some bad news for you. Never before have I sat there and watched a game for four quarters without interruption and taken so little out of it. The fugue state alluded to in last week's post . Even the day we played St Kilda in 2012 and I got so bored halfway through that I started making phone calls (and anybody who knows me in real life would understand that it's not something I do often) was enlivened by the great Sam Blease Junktime Rampage.

This time I don't know what I was thinking about most of the day, but whatever was happening in front of me was going in one ear and out the other. At one point Frawley was lining up for a shot on goal and I thought it was an error that they had him having already kicked one. Totally missed it. This is either what following this club is doing to me or I'm about to discover I've got some horrible terminal illness. In this case I'd actually prefer continual sporting disappointment to the alternative if at all possible.

Let's be clear that this distress is not necessarily the fault of the much improved but often dull-as-dishwater 2014 season, but more the accumulated build-up of bile from three straight years of toxic waste football where we've won 10 games out of 63 (14 of 76 if you want to count pre-season games) and have been outscored by a regal to 4191 to 6736. Yesterday wasn't even remotely the worst performance of this era, season or the current losing streak but I think it was the day the 'footy' valve in my brain popped and I lost the ability to take most of it in. It would have happened earlier if I hadn't missed seeing 350 odd points worth of MCG losses last year live. Sure, I got to enjoy them on television as if live but as every footy fan knows seeing a debacle live hurts more.

At least I'm not the only one who has reached terminal depression with this season. I often suspect that most of the people who read this are fans of other clubs checking in to say "thank god that isn't me", but for those of you amongst the rapidly thinning band of Demon loyalists I'm sure you understand the feeling of gravitating to random strangers because they also follow Melbourne and know your pain. After 25+ years of following the club and 10 of being an internet correspondent who hasn't climbed out of the pond scum category I think I've met about 75% of all adult, living MFC fans - and a frightening amount of them have folded up the card table and decided they (to quote almost all of them) "can't do it anymore".

I have no doubt that these people will continue to buy memberships and will be back for Round 1 next year, but the three year Demon Death March has finally taken a toll on them. I've heard it from a range of people from their mid 20's to mid 60's. Some of them pressed on through the late 70's and early 80's when they were my age and probably thought they'd go on forever like I did but have now realised that unless something worthy of making a movie out of happens they're never going to see a flag while they're still in a condition to appreciate it. For now the full range of ages have decided that they've had it with this year.

When I said last week that I'd accept any offers of charity to get through the rest of the year I didn't actually expect anybody to take me up on it - but one reader who fits neatly in the aforementioned category of people who have totally checked out on season 2014 was nice enough to get in touch and offer me a spot in his company's corporate box because he was given tickets in a desperate "will anybody go to watch Melbourne?" panic and didn't want to. In fact the mystery benefactor told me that for the last few weeks when we've been playing he stays home, turns off the TV, doesn't go near the radio or the internet and will only find out what happened well after the game ends. If it means he misses something amazing then so be it, but unless we're playing Essendon what are the chances of that happening?

His refusal to participate was my gain, and I found myself one of 10 people . It was like the set-up for a joke, there were two passionate Melbourne fans, one Hawthorn fan, one dickhead neutral who kept yelling "Go Demons" sarcastically but sadly didn't fall out the window, two ladies from the company itself who weren't all that concerned about the game and four visitors from India wined and dined for business purposes. At one point during the second quarter one of them fell asleep against the box window.

So at this point any sensible person would attempt to drink themselves into a coma before winding up getting kicked out for trying to drink wine directly from the bottle. I, on the hand, am an idiot and attempted to remain reasonably sober so I could watch disaster unfold in front of my very eyes. In the end I may as well have taken option A and ended up sleeping along Brunton Avenue for the night, because I'd have gotten about as much out of the game.

Ironically this sudden mental collapse comes during the most exciting end to an AFL season in years. The premiership, top two, fourth and everywhere from 6th to 12th are still up for grabs and even the wooden spoon race would be exciting if you could be completely sure that the three teams involved are actually interested in avoiding it. Maybe the reason that my frustration with watching us play VAFA standard football is starting to boil over at last is because there are so many games going on at the moment that mean something while we've had the doors blow off the Reality Bus and are now watching it veer off towards a cliff in super slow motion. I expect despite this I'll be missing watching us play by Preliminary Final weekend.

At least the game meant something to Hawthorn, still a chance of missing the top two if they don't keep winning - and at the time still a chance of having to travel to Perth to play Fremantle in the first week. Not that you'd know it from the amount of their fans who turned up, but they still managed to hold an advantage amongst the crowd that wouldn't be far off the percentage you'd see in an Adelaide or Port game. I'm not sure I've ever seen our support so overwhelmingly outnumbered. Other than the cheersquad there weren't even pockets of the ground that would show the slightest interest when we kicked a goal - each of which was greeted with the sort of dead silence you'll hear 25 times next week as we're torn apart by GWS.

The funny thing was that, as mentioned, this wasn't actually a bad performance against a top side by our standards, even if the Hawks were in self-preservation mode from the first bounce knowing that they're not mentally weak enough to fall into a heap and throw the game away like the other sides we've beaten this year. They never got out of first gear, we dispelled tanking allegations for another week by actually going up a spot on the ladder despite losing by 50 points and Name A Game had another bye.

If you look at the stats alone we were actually quite reasonable, but only by watching the game itself could you see the way we played like headless chickens. I might not have focused enough to remember every individual incident of non-AFL standard play but I remember that there were sure a lot of them. The most misleading statistic of all is the 51-40 inside 50 count. The idea that you can in any way compare the surgical way Hawthorn players running free kicked the ball to leading teammates in acres of space to the Three Stooges routines that we put on going forward is comical.

Thank god then we did battle hard to restrict them to just 51, because once they got them a score was never too far away. By way of comparison Brisbane had 60 last week, though as you may remember bitterly half of them probably came in the last 15 minutes once we'd given up. Even though we conceded 100 points for just the fourth time this season it was another win for defensive football - and given that we both won the clearances AND finally got some hitouts to go to advantage coincidentally with the re-introduction of Maximum Gawn there's an argument to say that if we had one player who could get the ball and hit a target across half-back, forwards who lead inside 50 and players who could kick the ball to them that we've have gotten a lot closer.

Alternatively there's the view that we've got a lot of players who aren't up to it and the ultra-defensive style is just holding back the tide with no hope of putting up a decent enough score to beat a side like Hawthorn. If that's the case it's certainly better than the no defense/no attack tactics of last year but it's not going to make for pretty football next year when most of the players will be the same.

We did at least make them wait nine minutes and several fruitless attacking moves until they got their first goal. And we did kick two in a first quarter which has suddenly happened twice in a row. In true MFC 2012-2014 fashion the avalanche was confined to one quarter but it was enough to completely put us away.

One thing I won't fault from yesterday was the effort of most players. Neville Jetta played another fantastic game, and it wasn't just the way he was tackling to kill every time but his total destruction of Puopolo - who did nothing until taking the Mark That Should Have Been A Free For Hands In The Back Of The Year. The renaissance of his career has been one of my favourite parts of this season. Look at Gawn playing like a man who knows he'll probably get busted back down to Casey for the slightest infraction, or Daniel Cross still going balls and all at everything he does even though he's got nothing left to prove. Even Frawley battled hard for most of the day - until the time came to back into a pack and he pulled out rather than risk ruining his upcoming enormous payday by getting poleaxed. Fair enough I suppose.

The problem is that once you've scragged, tackled, chased and harassed to get the ball you've still got to do something with it. Take Aidan Riley as an example - I've got absolutely no idea why they picked a wrecking ball like him if he was only to play the second half of the game when we were already well behind but not long after he came on and kicked a goal there was a sequence of play where he laid two killer textbook tackles in the space of five seconds to win a free kick just inside Hawthorn's attacking 50. He then attempts a short pass over the top and puts it straight into the hands of an opposition player. The first bit was fantastic, but in the end we'd have been better served with him having forced the ball out of bounds than giving it straight to the opposition to thump straight towards goal.

At the other end of the pressure scale I'm not sure Watts isn't already mentally drinking Pina Coladas and being caught in the rain somewhere. Again whenever he got the ball he used it beautifully, but didn't seem to the naked eye like he was all that keen on getting it unless somebody else did the hard work first. Or defending. He also did the footy of equivalent of stapling a KICK ME sign on his own back by first conceding a goal via the pissiest attempt at a tackle ever then falling over and allowing a Hawthorn player to run into an open goal. Earlier this year I said I was going to stop complaining about him and just take the good (the third quarter against Port) with the bad (most of the last few weeks), and I stand by that but he's not making it hard. Watts is the ultimate expression of what this club is about - promising so much and teasing us with flashes of brilliance before throwing it all in the too hard basket and giving up.

Pretty much the only other thing I remember all day (was my drink spiked?) was seeing the American International Cup team outside at half-time and thinking how embarrassing it was that even foreign players get to see us play like gibbons and suddenly coming to life when the King of Sizzle ended up with a set shot 40m out and a chance to snap his 57 game goalless streak. Sadly for him he flubbed the kick and missed everything, but it does keep his pursuit of Bernie Massey's record of 99 alive and well.

In an attempt to regain some feel for what happened in this game and attempt to provide some service to readers I did something that I'd never usually do after a loss and watched the 'highlights'. Sadly what they consider highlights (i.e Hawthorn goals) and what I consider highlights (i.e kicks over 20 metres which hit the target, hitouts to advantage and Neville Jetta marks) differ - but you could tell even the AFL's video editor had struggled to make something out of this when the first one was of an allegedly blatant free kick not being paid. If every one of those is going to be highlighted they may as well just put the full replays of some games up.

Things that I either discovered via the highlights or suddenly remembered while watching them:

  • Dawes tried hard again for stuff all reward, but am confident that with some decent help he will finally be acknowledged for the good work he does - and at least Watts took the whipping boy bullet for him this week. 
  • Barry played his best game yet and is still way out of his depth, but how good was his quick kick around the corner to Gawn in the 3rd quarter? Which Maximum almost stuffed up before regaining composure and booting it through. Max also proved himself as the master of making the most out of a difficult situation by firing off a beautiful handball to Dawes in the last quarter after he took a strong mark and the dickhead umpire failed to pay it
  • Viney's disposal was way better than in previous weeks but he didn't get much of it so the two sort of cancelled each other out
  • Frawley's goal which I completely forgot about during the game was actually set up by a top shelf flying Cross handball. There is every possible chance that Cross is going to be remembered more fondly in future years than about 50% of his teammates.
  • What's the highest proportion of goals a side has ever conceded from within 20m, and is the record holder Melbourne vs Hawthorn in R20 2014?
  • Brad Johnson delivered the ultimate mozz after Riley's big tackle in the last quarter by saying "Riley is earning a spot in the starting lineup next week". The highlights package mercifully does not show him turning it straight over.
  • Even in the bite sized highlights packages Dermott Brereton's shrieking special comments annoyed me.
  • There were really not all that many highlights.

2014 Allen Jakovich Medal
5 - Neville Jetta
4 - Dom Tyson
3 - Max Gawn
2 - Nathan Jones
1 - Daniel Cross

High level apologies to Vince, who lost out to Cross at the last minute.

Leaderboard
We're down to 15 votes maximum on offer to any one player, and that's unfortunate news for Dunn and the fact that he hasn't scored a vote since the night he tore Essendon to shreds. Nathan Jones continues to do enough to defend his lead against Tyson. He was 12 in front after our last win, down to six with three to play. He's still red-hot favourite for his fourth Jakovich, but there's still the chance of a grandstand finish. And unlike Banner Watch if somebody gave me a lie-detector test and asked if this competition was rigged I'd be able to pass it.

In the other awards it's not all bad news for Dunn, despite Nifty Neville J storming up the rankings to pass Howe for second place in the Seecamp he's still 12 up and an almost certain winner. Some interest has been re-injected into the Stynes due to Gawn's first votes of the season, and we may as well throw the Hilton into the sea at the moment.

44 - Nathan Jones
38 - Dom Tyson
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27 - Lynden Dunn (PROVISIONAL WINNER: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
21 - Daniel Cross
16 - Chris Dawes, Jack Viney
15 - Neville Jetta
14 - Bernie Vince
13 - Jeremy Howe
12 - James Frawley, Tom McDonald
9 - Mark Jamar (Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Cameron Pedersen
7 - Matt Jones
6 - Jack Watts
5 - Aidan Riley
4 - Dean Kent
3 - Max Gawn, Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Colin Garland, Jack Grimes, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jordie McKenzie, Jake Spencer

Crowd Watch
For a group of fans who have been delivered a fantastic amount of premierships in the last 30 years there are sure a lot of tightwad Hawthorn fans getting about in Reject Shop scarves and beanies. Not that the Hawks need the money, but maybe they should take up my idea to go around offering amnesty and discounts on the real thing if people agree to drop their $2 shop version into a bin.

Speaking of Hawthorn, and this has nothing to do with the crowd but whatever, why does their post goal animation on the scoreboard feature the Hawk dropping an egg in the goalsquare? Somebody has confused the process in which birds lay eggs and take a dump. Is this the sort of rubbish we're going to be subjected to more as part of the AFL's new 'focus' on 'fan experience'. That'll get people streaming into the grounds.

At one point they flashed the Coleman Medal ladder on the screen and the crowd went nuts seeing that Roughead had hit the top. I'd love to mock them for this, but one of my fondest memories was the roar of the crowd the day we beat them in 2004 to go top of the ladder and it got put up on the big screen. We failed to win another game for the year and they've had two premierships since, so go nuts at whatever cheesy stat you like.

Isn't it a bit weird how they're using the Adelaide Oval 'experience' as the template for how the MCG and Etihad Stadium should 'entertain' the fans. There's no doubt that Adelaide and Port fans are having a great time at their shiny new stadium (when yellow bellied Crows fans aren't sneaking out with five minutes to go), but has anybody considered that this is because they have 95% of the crowd. Anything seems like fun when you're in the vast majority, imagine the original Carnival of Hate had Turncoat Tom gone to Collingwood? It would have been more memorable for the amount of punch-ups between opposing fans than for the anti-human filth sentiment.

Stat My Bitch Up
We narrowly beat our season average to drag our points-per-game back +0.23 to 60.84 - still less than it was before the Brisbane game but surely we're now safe from any danger of 'beating' GWS 2012's 'record' of 57.72ppg. Even if we score an average of 40 over the next three weeks we'd still get 58. Hooray. However our own club record low of 66.13 is surely out of range now. Having not scored over a hundred in more than a year we'd need to average it for the next three weeks to get about that mark. Fat chance considering we'll score nil at Subiaco in two weeks.

Interestingly before this week we were sitting on our best points against average since 1971 (stat courtesy Rogers Results), a figure which is unfortunately going to unravel at breakneck speed over the next few weeks.

Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
For a game where we kicked our (admittedly pitiful) average of goals not many of them were memorable. I'm going to have to go for the front and centre crumb of Riley shortly after he came on, which he's obviously better suited to than set shots 15m out. Aidan wins a copy of Aiden Riley's Viewer Discretion is Advised signed by ex-Demon Todd McHardy. James Frawley wins a badly copied version bought from a car boot at the Carribean Gardens Market for his assist.

The film (obviously NSFW you perverts) has several things in commons with the experience of supporting the Melbourne Football Club - including the cover quotes "I'm speechless", "Shocking" and "What the hell did I just watch?" and the fact that it's probably 120 consecutive minutes of people getting cornholed.

Obviously nothing's going to beat the Big 10 from the Essendon game unless Allen Jakovich himself drops down from the Etihad Stadium ceiling and does another mid-air bicycle kick against North in Round 23. If anybody's keen on challenging they'd better have a go next week, because there's every possible chance we're not going to kick any goals at Subiaco in a fortnight.



A correspondent has provided this picture of the banner where you can see everything that we do right compared to everyone else:


Note the league leading font, excellent spacing, perfect centering of text and no use of a curtain. Unfortunately as much as I'd like to continue the trend of this not-at-all-rigged segment to find a way for Melbourne to win I have hated that song with a passion since about 3.34 after I first heard it. The only those words could possibly have been declared the winner was if the Hawks banner contained a gigantic Carlton style curtain - but no curtain penalty applied and it's the loss we had to have. 19-1 Demons. I don't want to prejudge next week but if GWS use any 0's instead of 0's they're automatically disqualified no matter what else they do.

Next Week
Our lowest crowd at the MCG since 1987 is 10,307 against the Brisbane Bears in 1987, and at 3.20pm next Sunday there is every possible chance that is going down. The perfect storm is brewing:
  • Many of our fans have had enough this year
  • Half of the ones who are left want us to lose to maximise our drafting, the other half are terrorised by the prospect of handing another franchise their first ever win at the MCG
  • They never had any fans to start with
  • Both teams are so shit that neutrals won't bother turning up to see it
  • The 1.10pm and 4.40pm games have some bearing on the top 4/8 equation so people who prefer quality will probably stay in and watch one or both on TV
  • The timeslot isn't quite as ruinous as 4.40pm but mid-afternoon Sunday will still cost us, especially because even people without Foxtel will be able to watch live on Channel 7
  • $cully isn't involved so people won't even turn up just for the opportunity to abuse him 
At the moment there's no rain forecast for next Sunday, but if even one drop falls you can knock another few thousand of the list. Not sure even we can challenge the post-war low of 6396 between the Bears and North Melbourne in 1992, but nevertheless anything offensive you yell from the stands will probably be heard by everybody else so give it both barrels. Given that the only people who are going to be there will be kids, idiots dressed as orange monks and Melbourne fans who have reached the end of their tether Jack Watts may wish to chuck a sickie to avoid the third group.

There's not much to be gained from making wholesale changes considering the loose Casey Scorpions alliance of nine MFC players and 15 kids got humped by 108 points, but I note James Harmes was in their best players again so we might as well reward form. Odds on he'd start as sub anyway, so what harm could it do? I assume we can promote him for the last three weeks considering we've got four rookies, two players who have suffered long term injuries and two who have retired. And Salem plays because we may as well get games into him now.

IN: Harmes, Salem
OUT: Barry, Bail (omit)
LUCKY: M. Jones, Kennedy-Harris
UNLUCKY: Would like to give Fitzpatrick another go but I've only just managed to get Gawn back in the side so I'm not doing anything to jeopardise that.

Apparently Jetta had calf soreness in the last quarter. If he's out I give up. Clisby? Remember him? Strauss? Nobody remembers him.

I wouldn't be surprised if some of the other players who have been in the side most of the year start to get packed away for the season. I'd even consider Jamar out to give Fitz a go at full-forward with Maximum as the starting ruck. You could call it tanking but GWS have done the same so whoever wants to lose this is going to have to go above and beyond in the field of ineptitude.

Next year
I don't want this page to come off as the Roos Bashing Hour because I still think he's done a good job this year but while he can talk about axing players if they don't perform to standard unfortunately unless there's a lot of payouts on the horizon the only three players he had in the side yesterday who are out of contract are Jetta, Frawley and Bail. One must stay, one is probably going to go and I'd get rid of several others before Bail.

Of the players not in the team he's saddled with Evans, Fitzpatrick and McKenzie until the end of next year. All of them are worth having around as depth for another year (and because as much as everybody jizzes over the idea you can't axe 20 players off your list and expect to replace them with anybody good), but they're hardly going to be at the forefront of a great revival.

Meanwhile Matt Jones did play and was not much better than average but for some unknown bloody reason has a contract extension to the end of 2016. Can't even blame the Crazy Neeld House of Contracts for this one considering he signed it on January 9 this year. I fail to understand how that deal is offered before he played a single game under the new coach. No wonder he signed it on January 9, if I was him I'd have killed anyone in between me and the piece of paper in a rush to sign for an extra two years two months before playing in one Roos coached game.

I don't pretend to be an expert on anything much less contracts but did they think that even with him tailing off in the second half of last year and all of Cross, Tyson and Vince coming in that he was going to improve to the point where they had to rush to add another two years in case he decided to walk out on us and go into this year's pre-season draft. At this point I'd probably have kept him around for next year anyway just for midfield depth in a mature bodied player but it was weird to give him a two year extension before the start of the season and looks even sillier now that we're at Round 20 and he's had one top shelf game all year. Ironically he's actually averaging more possessions a game than last year but I will take some convincing that more than a handful of them have been damaging.

Was it worth it
Only for the surroundings.

Final Thoughts
Three weeks left to fight to the death or fold like umbrellas. Next week will be huge for the mental well-being of people like me who are sick to death of the bloody draft and just want to win. If we get thrashed there could actually be self-harm.

Today I saw St Kilda play a defender who has kicked two goals in four years up front and 'almost win', so mission accomplished there. Next week we'll see what ridiculous length GWS go to in order to drop back below us and into second last. Of course this is not something we would get involved with, so you can watch next week with your head held high - in the oven.

Sunday, 3 August 2014

Eat, Sleep, Prolong The Streak

For three years I've spent valuable space on these pages mocking the guy who had a tantrum and stormed out shortly before the end of Round 16, 2012 after we'd pushed a far superior Fremantle side for three quarters before falling down a hole. Tonight he and I are kindred spirits, united in hate of our club and self-loathing for remaining interested. The major difference between his performance and mine during today's last quarter was that I stayed to the end instead of kicking buggery out of something and exiting well before the final siren, but in compensation the seat in front of me copped hell.

What an afternoon it was. Memorable for all the wrong reasons. Over the last few years I've left Melbourne games depressed, upset, fearful and in a fugue state of nothingness that only people who have gone through our misery since Round 1 2007 would understand - but rarely if ever have I walked out of a stadium so angry. Proper red-faced, teeth gnashing angst. This might be because we've been so shit that we've rarely ever got ourselves into a position to capitulate like this - and the fact we did should probably (deep down) be a cause for optimism but for all the memorable wins this year we've now played like trash in losing to the other three teams in the bottom four.

I swing from joy to despair on a weekly basis with this team but it's becoming clear that while we may be going somewhere but we're not getting there particularly quickly. Trench warfare style defence is fine for luring a couple of mentally weak teams a year to their death, but without getting in some more decent players or striking gold and actually developing our draft picks to a reasonable level we'll still be in the same place again next year. Same with all the rubbish teams, but none of them have been through two fruitless rebuilds with another in progress, so neutral fans you can excuse some aspects of our nervous breakdown.

The anger is not even as a result of our foul kicking on goal costing us a drought busting win at that whore of a stadium, because god knows other teams have done it enough against us this year that we had to repay the favour at some point, but because of the way we slogged through some of the worst football ever played (and please tell me rule change aficionados all the ways you'd have made this game between two outrageously horrible teams who can't even handball to one another 'entertaining') and put ourselves in a winning position only to roll over and die in sickening fashion.

If you're the sort of person who has their entire week ruined by the shocking performance of 22 complete strangers then a) seek urgent psychological help and b) get behind me in the queue. I'm going to be shutting doors with force and refusing to answer my phone at work until about Wednesday if I don't calm down soon. If you've achieved a zen state that allows you to no longer care about things like this then I salute you and suggest you might be better suited to negotiating a ceasefire in Gaza than wasting your time on something as frivolous as Australian rules football.

The only positive to being intimately involved in this outright fiasco is that I got to watch it from the best seat in the house - dead on the halfway line in the Medallion Club. On the 'internet celebrity' scale which goes from Mia Freedman to people caught on video knackering themselves on a fence with Jim Ross commentary dubbed over the top, 'writing' an aimless, lightly read blog about a perennial disaster of a football club leaves me at the pond scum end of the conversation but it can occasionally pay off. Thanks to my mystery benefactor, and if anybody else has got a way to improve my shipwreck experience for the rest of the year then I'd be more than happy to take your pity/charity.

A lovely seat it was, with the only noticeable downside being that it was inside Etihad Stadium. At least they acknowledge the fact that it's an area for corporates and people who have enough money that they don't have to join the MCC waiting list by putting polite and helpful customer service people there instead of the usual surly teenagers and part-time nightclub thug security guards that you get in the cheap seats. They could stand to be a bit more ruthless on the dress code though, half the people in the Medallion Club were dressed like they were in the departure lounge for a Tiger Airways flight to Bali. The interpretation of "you must wear a collared shirt" to cover a footy jumper with a scarf around the neck - and not even one of our ever popular collared ones - was more baffling than the modern day holding the ball rule.

Speaking of seats I'm not sure which company's one I was sitting in but I hope it didn't have their name on the back, because during the last quarter my eternal hatred of that stadium and frustration with this footy team boiled over into a series of abusive anti-MFC outbursts. All justified, and the only profanity laced tirade I'll withdraw was the one at the umpire when I thought he wasn't going to give Pedo a 50 for getting his head punched in. Anything indecent or defamatory said about the Melbourne Football Club, its players or its football department stands.

What a great opportunity it was to finally get what monkey there is off the back at Etihad. Which is exactly what we thought in Round 1, before turning in a performance which was just as bad but was at least masked by the fact that we went in with lower expectations. That week I even loaned money to a Colombian hairdresser called Fanny to try and remove the curse, and the last report her repayment status is "delinquent" so that was an investment on a par with drafting Lucas Cook over the Sex Romper Darling.

Another reason I'm still filthy hours later - and will be through the week - is that we couldn't even take advantage of a all-time sweet ride from the umpires. My highlight was Frawley getting paid the mark despite preceding it with a two handed shove right in the numbers, but it wasn't alone. On the other hand most of Brisbane's free-kicks were paid on the half-back flank until a brief period of square-ups during the third quarter. The umpires must have seen the stats during half time and started to worry that they were going to cop it in the press conferences. What about Jamar getting done for some sort of weird centre bounce ruck infringement when he actually got the tap in a competitive battle? That was a brief lowlight in an otherwise great run.

That was half the platter and Brisbane's penchant for kicking potential goals out on the full was the other, but unfortunately when handed said platter we shit ourselves, dropped it on the floor and snuck out through the fire escape halfway through the final act. It was truly shameful because despite playing three quarters of god-awful football Brisbane had been just as bad so it was never going to be one to watch on replay but for us every win is savoured. The difference between the side was that we'd spent all day turning back inside 50's thanks to our loose marking around the ground, while they'd only let us have 27 - but we were reasonably efficient at scoring once we got it down there (even if it was mostly behinds) and were in a winning position so who cares? I'm not averse to winning ugly, and at this point I'm not even averse to cheating openly to win, right up to a supplements program administered by James Hird himself.

Two minutes into the first quarter you could tell, if you didn't know already just from the teams competing, that it wasn't going to be a pretty game but at least we kicked three goals in a first quarter for just the fifth time in 19 games. And we could have had more too - Kent was in everything but he missed one sitter, and another time was running free straight towards goal only for his teammate (possibly Tapscott but please I haven't seen any replays so don't sue if incorrect) to attempt a handball to a player standing perfectly still instead of giving it to him. Result - no goal. Riley also joined in the theme of the day by missing a sitter - and not once did he deck anybody with a vicious, mean-spirited, violent tackle. Which made it his most disappointing performance for us yet.

That we conceded the first within a minute and took eight minutes to get one back was no surprise, we do that most weeks, but by the end of the quarter we'd managed to fight the natural impulses of all involved to not only kick three (3! III! 20-17!) but take the lead. Not that we were playing well or anything, our ball movement out of defence was interesting at best, handballs were flying everywhere and good luck finding a marking target within 50 if you could ever actually get it down there to start with. But Frawley, with half the crowd making references to either $700,000 contracts or seven year deals every time he went near the ball, kicked one beautiful set shot and missed another from a strong mark to show that there's life in him as a forward yet and Kent got a second to raise hopes that we were actually going to see a rare 'bag' (relatively speaking) - but more on that in a special Stat My Bitch Up later.

How outrageous that we should look like a reasonably well oiled attacking machine. Lucky there was still time for the Lions to sweep from one end to the other in lightning fashion and find a forward on the easiest lead you will ever want to see 40m out. If we'd managed to hold them up for five more seconds we'd have got to quarter time in front, but where would the fun be in that?

I've got no idea who Michael Close is (though I'm sure Brisbane fans aren't exactly up on Dean Kent's life story) but it was a beautiful lead from a beautiful kick. He got rid of Dunn, turned around and took a perfect pass from Hanley - busy ignoring an attempted Jordie McKenzie tag - on his chest in an easy fashion that nearly made me weep with envy. The only time all day we attempted to kick to a proper lead inside 50 was when Riley's horrible kick towards Viney (?) ended up rebounding into a Lions goal. We can talk about our 'improvement' all day but at times we still just play ridiculously dumb, amateur standard football.

I foolishly assumed we were going to win, so the big storyline for me was how the Stefan Martin Experience was going to go. After a poxy first season in Brisbane where he was mostly used as a forward he'd been injured this year and it started to look as if his many detractors would be proven right - but when all Brisbane's other ruckmen died en masse he got his chance and has been fantastic ever since. It brings a tear to my eye, so I was hoping he'd flog us and get three Brownlow votes while we still won by 98. We got a bit of the first one, the second is unlikely due to good luck getting anything from umpires as a ruckman but sadly there was stuff all of the third. Still, while I bear little ill-will towards Moloney (though I'm not sure Neeld was the one 100% at fault for him going from penthouse to outhouse in record time) I'm glad I only had to watch the Experience beat up on us. It's the next best thing to Phil Read coming back and sinking us with 40 touches.

If you go back to 2005 and count all the things I've made outrageous claims, promises or statements about you'll find that my success rate is about 2%, but if there's ever anything I got right it's that we stuffed up trading him for pick 3000. Jamar gets more taps in the middle - few of which go to our players, but in every other aspect the SME is, was and will be the superior option. Fancy a ruckman who gets 24 touches and six marks but can also pinch hit forward or back if required.

Where he would have fit with Gawn and Pedersen I'm not sure - though to be fair Pedo probably wouldn't have been required and we've clearly got no interest in grooming Maximum for the top job anyway -  but for everything else ruckmen do possessions create scores which win matches, and at the moment the number of +20 touch career games is currently 12-3 in Stef's favour. He also takes roughly twice as many marks a game on average but whatever. I'm not against Jamar, and I love that he signed a new contract with free agency looming but he peaked that day he got injured after teaming with Moloney to rip Adelaide apart in 2011, and has properly impacted a handful of games since.

The only thing I will say in favour of the trade is that we got Matt Jones and Terlich with the incoming picks, and two soldiers is probably reasonable payment for one versatile ruckman but I'll still stand by Stef's performances with us until I drop dead.

Speaking of unwavering loyalty to unpopular players I expect that there are 5000 forum threads about Tom McDonald's one shit kick of the day which completely ignore the chasing, tackling, spoiling, some precise kicks that hit the target and 15 of whatever the hell one percenters are (next best - 4). He has his moments of disaster but show me a Melbourne player who doesn't - go and start a picket line across Jack Viney's driveway if disposal efficiency is your single criteria for measuring the worth of a player.

So, we managed to ride out Brisbane's dominance in the first few minutes of the second quarter, the fact that half our team was missing in action and our inability to move the ball more than 50m at a time without a blatant unenforced error to get the lead back. Jones' set shot goal was fantastic and showed up some of the absolute shit being served up in front of goal by players from both sides. He joined in the clanger carnival in the last quarter, so that's probably all anybody will remember, but I'd prefer to concentrate on a beautiful kick in a sea of mediocrity - and what a large sea it was.

Once I got the red mists in the last quarter much of what happened before then was pushed out of my memory so I had to look back at the timeline of the game on the AFL website to remember half of what happened. Hey, I still had to drive home and if I'd taken time to ponder everything that we did wrong I'd have either crashed off a bridge or ended up starting a road rage incident. Anyway, there's a note 18 minutes into the second quarter suggesting Roos was getting frustrated in the box (so to speak) while we were still winning, so god knows what he was doing in the last 15 minutes of the game. Probably ringing his lawyer and seeing if there was a cooling off period on his contract extension.

It wasn't much of a quarter, with one goal each, but it was significantly better than the one would follow which also featured each team kicking one goal each as television ratings plummeted to levels even Channel 10 executives would get depressed over. You could have changed the rules to create 50 scoring shots for the quarter and these teams would still only have kicked 5.35 and 10 out on the full - it was just garbage football, but at least it was close so every awkwardly conceived forward thrust meant something. We were doing a decent job stopping them but let the record show that after our above average first quarter we got just one each in the next three - and that is not league standard.

McKenzie started the second half well by being in the right place at the right time to have the ball fall into his arms 20 metres out, but it's a mark of how well his kicking is going at the moment that I thought to myself "if there's anybody who can miss this it's him". And when he did I unloaded my first obscenity of the afternoon. Then Tyson, who was otherwise the best of a bad lot all day, missed one as well. When you're a team who gets stuff all attempts on goal you just have to kick the easy ones. This is a Brisbane team who were mocked for being wiped off the face of the earth by Gold Coast in the first quarter a week ago. They, like us every week, were prone to collapse if we got a couple of goals in front but we were too inept to take advantage.

Yet somehow due to Brisbane being equally as bad to this point we were still in front, and when Tyson made amends with a superb clutch goal at the end of the quarter we'd actually extended our lead from half time. How I'm not sure, and there was no way I was going to start getting excited just yet. Our defence had been holding them out all day (when they weren't doing a Melbourne and botching easy chances) so I was still on guard for it to finally snap. Besides, as I was accused of pessimism for pointing out (me? never) I remember Dawes kicking a similar clutch goal against Footscray a few weeks ago and that hardly spurred us on to a rampant last quarter. That's three one goal fourth quarters in four weeks - and we kicked two in the other one. What's going on there? Fitness or disinterest?

My blood pressure was starting to skyrocket at this point, because I was still convinced we were going to lose - just because it was Docklands - and even Bail's unreal finish a minute in to extend the gap to over two goals still didn't convince me that we were going to win. If I'd looked up that stat about our last quarters then I'd probably have had a cardiac arrest in my seat. Had Vince kicked his shot I may have started to believe, but any time somebody has to make a photographer move out of the way to get a run-up it's probably not going to end well. All it lacked was the great football cliche of the player having to throw a white garden chair out of the way while some sub-human miscreant yells abuse at them over the fence.

And then it all went horribly wrong. Other than Bail's kick, Pedo getting his face rearranged and coming back on and McDonald returning after hurting his ankle it truly was one of the great heart-free last quarters from that point. The stench of death that descended on the Docklands area around 4pm wasn't just the usual carnival atmosphere of the precinct, it was a football team giving up as one. Daniel Merrett will get suspended for whacking Pedersen about the chops but at least it sparked his side into steamrolling us. Getting rubbed out and starting your off-season holiday early is a great result for established players in shit teams with nothing to play for, so fair play to him for concocting a plan on the same level as the baseball player who flooded the ballpark to get an extra day off AND winning the game as well.

I'm almost tempted to go back and watch the last quarter just to catalogue every single one of our heinous errors and absurd decision making errors for the historical record - but I accidentally turned on the news earlier just in time to see McKenzie's miss, so if I had to sit through the bit of the game where we threw it all away again there would be so much swearing and smashing of crockery that the police would be called.

The worst thing wasn't all the errors, we're used to them, it's the way they all suddenly went into their shell and wanted to get rid of the ball as quickly as possible no matter whether or not their teammate was in a better position or not. Throughout the day we'd actually seen some neat close-in handballing to get us out of defence, then suddenly we started doing it around the rest of the ground as well - and what works in the chaotic scenes of a ball bobbling around in front of goal requires a greater level of skill to pull off in the wide open spaces of the middle of the ground, and that's not a game for us.

Perhaps if they hadn't given up running into space for each other it would have allowed better ball movement but even on the rare occasions where that happened nobody was up front anyway - leading to more than one ridiculous panic kick straight into the arms of a gleeful Lions defender pressed up the ground without an opponent within 50m. Yet when the ball came back the other way they seemed to have players free all over the shop. I just knew when Merrett got his goal that we were going to be run over. The only hope I had was that we could clog the game up enough to sit on a narrow lead for 20 minutes - but most of our lot had lost interest in the game by this point so that was never going to happen. Cue avalanche, cue open chair abuse and swearing.

The sad thing was that even after they took the lead we could still have recovered it, but in the traditional MFC manner we just rolled over and died. Sad. I refuse to accept the "they don't know how to win" theory, they were doing all the stupid stuff that caused them to lose in the first three quarters but the difference was up until that point Brisbane had been equally inept and unable to take advantage. Once they put the slightest pressure on us we cracked and the procession began. Pity the game didn't go on for a few more minutes because we'd have gone 30 points down and probably started playing proper football.

Update - 9am Monday
Despite the well over the top length of this post I forgot something due to coming out of the game with steam pouring from my ears like a Daffy Duck cartoon and concentrating on the last quarter fiasco so much. Something I noticed in the first half, which might happen all the time but is hard to make out from Row MM of the Ponsford Stand, is that our rotations were in total disarray.

Players were running to the bench and yelling at the guys on the other side of the line trying to work out who was supposed to be where. There was a general air of chaos shown by Jack Viney at one point ran off, then ran straight back on again because there was nobody to replace him. Does this happen at successful clubs?

Coaching Corner
It's too late to watch the press conference in full, so apologies if I'm taking this off a misquote or a paraphrase but I note that our version of "it was the last government's fault" got a run again today.
Paul, you're a good man but you're on a million bucks a year so please retire this hokey line. Everyone knows that most of this group have been mentally battered for years but it's Round 19 not April and they've won four relatively close games during the season. It's not a psychological inability to get over the line in a close one, it's that half of them are either park players or don't have the grapefruits for the contest.

You can't fix a trainwreck 2-20 team overnight but it's bordering on parody to talk as if they're suffering from post traumatic stress syndrome five months into the season - especially when only just over half of the team playing today was there from 186 onwards. This excuse has got one more month's life in it - from next year he might have to start questioning his turd polishing ability instead. He is also said to have said that the team sometimes doesn't play to win - which is ironic coming from the acknowledged master of grim defence at the expense of attack.

The Rules Committee
I'm usually more of a "leave the game alone" type, the sort of person who'd have been writing into the Argus in 1897 complaining about behinds being added to scores, but the way team selections works has to be fixed. Clubs are absolutely taking the piss out of supporters with some of the potential changes they float, but they're given the framework to do it by the fact that they have to name some sort of side on Thursday night even if they're playing Sunday.

So when a team wishes to make no change they feel obliged to name a few players who everybody knows isn't going to get a game anyway as 'ins' and then when 5pm Friday comes around we get the same team that we'd have got the night before if they'd felt able to just tell the truth in the first place. The irony being that the players they're teasing picking are usually the ones that hold absolutely no fear for the opposition.

Then there's the absolute farce we were involved with this week. At some point between Thursday and Friday afternoon Grimes became 'injured' (or they were saving face in dropping him) so instead of just not picking him at 6pm that night we got Daniel Cross added to the squad of 25 at 11am. Then when the team came out Cross wasn't in it. Shame that the only way Brisbane would be disadvantaged by this ruse would be if they were flying in from London. Why not just wait until the main team and have Grimes out injured then? Is there some arcane AFL team selection rules I'm not aware of?

Situations like this would be eradicated if they announced full Friday and Saturday teams on Thursday night, Sunday teams on Friday night etc.. Just announce the damn team as it is intended to line up - if they have to do late team change rorts (like we should have with Cross if he was fit enough to be an emergency) then good luck to them, but let's end the farce of the selected "squad". Meanwhile why do we still have to wait until 6.25pm Thursday for the teams when Channel 7's news bulletin has been padded out with filler to extend to an hour and the sports news doesn't come on until 6.45pm? Forget the price of a hot dog Gil and sort this out.

Speaking of the rules how good was the bit where Dawes won the 'holding the ball' and the Brisbane guy gave himself up only for the umpire to call play on. Another red letter moment for the umpiring department.

2014 Allen Jakovich Medal
5 - Dom Tyson
4 - Tom McDonald
3 - Jeremy Howe
2 - Neville Jetta
1 - Nathan Jones

Apologies to Kent for his first quarter, Frawley for being able to take a mark even if nothing comes of it and Bail for having a 110% go all the time despite being miles below league standard.

Leaderboard
With 20 points left to play for Cross, Dawes and Viney drop out of the running and we're down to three with Tyson suddenly looming as a huge chance to overrun Jones. Howe and McDonald remain an outside chance to run over the top of Dunn in the Seecamp and while the other two awards are a total farce/shambles I would remind you that as next week is the 4th last game of the season anybody making their league debut from now can both win the award this year and remain eligible for it next year. Which seems like as good as a reason as any to rush Hogan in whether he's ready or not, because god knows there's nobody else who's going to contend.

42 - Nathan Jones
34 - Dom Tyson
27 - Lynden Dunn (PROVISIONAL WINNER: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
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20 - Daniel Cross
16 - Chris Dawes, Jack Viney
14 - Bernie Vince
13 - Jeremy Howe
12 - James Frawley, Tom McDonald
10 - Neville Jetta
9 - Mark Jamar (Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Cameron Pedersen
7 - Matt Jones
6 - Jack Watts
5 - Aidan Riley
4 - Dean Kent
3 - Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Colin Garland, Jack Grimes, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jordie McKenzie, Jake Spencer

Crowd Watch
The Stereotype-O-Meter redlined in the second half as some guys on a freebie showed up for the first time all day and proceeded to spend the next quarter and a half (possibly more, but I was too furious to remember to eavesdrop) having conversations where Man A would ask a ridiculously simple question about our team and Man B would patiently answer it. Samples:

A: "What's that guy's name?"
B: "Frawley"
A: "Oh, is that Danny Spud Frawley's boy?" (yes, he actually included the nickname)

A: "Is that the guy who used to play for Collingwood?"
B: "Dawes"
A: "No, the big guy down there"

A: "He [Watts] is that guy who was the number one pick a few years ago wasn't he?" etc.. etc..

The third quarter was admittedly the worst of the lot, but at the end of it - with Tyson having just kicked that goal - Man A tried to engage us in conversation about how awful the game was and how terrible it is to watch this stuff. I said words to the effect of "mate, we're Melbourne fans and our team is in front at three-quarter time. This is like living in paradise" and the theatregoer stared back blankly. It was true, at the time it was. Defensive sludge looks so much better when you're in front.

Additionally Leigh Matthews was sitting a few rows in front, and in a huge change from his playing career he managed to restrain himself from king hitting any Melbourne players.

In other Docklands news what a farce it is playing with the roof open when the shade only covers half the ground. Either shut the roof or bulldoze the place.

Stat My Bitch Up


Failure to cover our already criminally low season average sees the infamous PPG figure reduced to 60.61 (-0.56). We should still cover 2012 GWS for the lowest scoring 22 game season ever, but 44.75ppg from here is not an absolute lock considering three of the next four teams should beat our brains out. What a wonderful era to live in.

Just in case you're not yet convinced that watching us this year has actually been - all things considered - incredibly boring (yes I am well aware that it's much better than last year and moderately better than 2012) then consider the fact that we're on track to play out the first Melbourne Football Club season since 1919 where not one single player has kicked at least four goals in a season. This being the season that we returned from three years out of the game with a motley collection of war veterans and players who last had a kick while Allied forces were still at Gallipoli. It also happened in 1903 and 1906, but other things to happen in those years include Thomas Edison electrocuting an elephant and the world's first feature film being released. It was a simpler time when nobody realised what a total farce it would be to go through a season where not one single played managed to put the ball between the big sticks four times in a single game.

It was a close run thing last year, with Fitzpatrick (remember him?) inexplicably running riot against Brisbane in Darwin, but this is it. At one point today I thought Dean Kent was going to put his hand up to take this 'fun fact' off the board, but the giant sucking sound caught up with him eventually and caused him to kick for goal like a muppet just when he was looking dangerous.

Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
Obviously no contenders for the overall winner, but with apologies to Dean Kent's first and Tyson at three-quarter time I'm awarding the weekly prize of tickets to a performance of West Side Story where all the roles are played by ex-Melbourne ruckmen to Nathan Jones for his set shot goal. Look out for Brendan Van Schaik's touching portrayal of Maria.


You know you follow a shit team when it's round 19 and all your wins can be listed in crepe paper, but I enjoyed the idea of taking potshots at teams who weren't even involved in the match - at least one of who will end up playing finals while we're battling to avoid the wooden spoon. It was a touching reminder of how football sometimes gives you a reason to be arrogant, even if disaster is just around the corner.

Brisbane, on the other hand, paid tribute to Jonathan Brown with one of the most uninspiring fonts possible. Otherwise it was a reasonable effort, and usually I'd give an interstate team extra points for travel but there's no way it was transported from any further away than Bulleen so that's 19-0 Demons.

Draft Watch
I'm not ritually sacrificing goats with a rolled up copy of the TAC Cup footy record just yet, because as we all know no matter what picks we get we'd get better value trading them for magic beans than actually selecting footballers, but if we don't get a priority pick of some sort this year then the whole concept needs to be euthanised once and for all.

We will end on four wins from here unless GWS furiously 'list manage' their game against us in front of our lowest MCG crowd since the war, and that will give us 10 wins in three seasons. It doesn't have to be pick 2/3/4 but if we don't get something at least at the end of the first round then the AFL can do one. Only the triple spoon Swans of 1992 to 1994 (8.5 wins, 1.5 of those against us), Fitzroy (8 wins then out of business) and GWS - who got the priorities in advance - can claim similarly garbage three season runs in recent times.

It shouldn't have anything to do with the compensation that we're going to get for Frawley - which might be mid-first round if we're extremely lucky - the two have nothing to do with each other. It doesn't matter how much of it is self inflicted, or how much better we are than last year (which is like being upgraded from dead to in a coma) I'll figuratively AND literally smash shit. Trade it for some some hack like $cully then never play him for all I care I don't even really want the draft pick I just want the acknowledgement that we are need one.

Next Week
Hawthorn are going to do things to us that even the NSFW Aiden Riley would refuse to film. I hold out hopes of another 'brave loss' that makes us all go a bit gooey and dream of the good times to come, but if they kick the first three goals of the game watch out it's going to turn into a slasher movie. The only hope we've got of getting out of it unmolested is if the Hawks have a suspect amount of conveniently timed one week 'injuries' in the next few days.

Cross is an obvious in (was this week if you ask me), and while I'm hardly the biggest Matt Jones fan going around he's served his time in the VFL so I'll have him back. God knows what's wrong with Grimes but I'm no great hurry to rush him into the side.

Meanwhile two weeks after starting a social media campaign to bring Blease back then going to great lengths to justify why he was useful against Port I'm going to drop him again with apologies as long as it's to bring Gawn back. Not quite a straight swap, and I'm not sure how Gawn fits in the 'structure' but he's been slaughtering the VFL so I demand they get AFL games into him ASAP.

How about some courage to do what they should have done for the last month in 2013 (when Gawn was marooned in the VFL for the benefit of the Casey f'ing Scorpions) and play him as first ruck? It's like-for-like, we're not going to get a $500k invoice from the AFL for it. Alternatively they could give Pedo a rest, after going bananas in the first half of the season he's been a bit flat recently and just got his nose caved in so maybe he'd like some time off.

IN: Cross, M. Jones, Gawn
OUT: Blease, McKenzie (omit), Tapscott (inj)
LUCKY: Riley

Other selection scenarios include:
a) dropping JKH and playing Blease on the proviso that one of them will definitely be there next year and there's a question mark over the other one
b) giving Michie another game just because
c) refusing to pick Nicholson no matter what

Was it worth it?
For the hospitality yes, for the brief moments of joy absolutely, for the pea-hearted capitulation in the last quarter certainly not.

Final thoughts
If I wasn't the sort of sick individual who will show up until the shutters come down there's no chance in hell I'd turn up at 4.40pm next Saturday night to watch this nightmare take place when it's live on TV. But I am, so I will, and I would love to be given some reason not to hate the experience.

Monday, 21 July 2014

Quicksand Incorporated

The process of following Melbourne remains weird and - for roughly 40 minutes a month - wonderful.

On a weekend where we pulled back from the brink after a fortnight of garbage football, almost toppled the same top four contender for the second time this year and equalled our record for the most losses by under 20 points since 1977 we also found ourselves firmly back in the 'race' for the wooden spoon - with only the positive (in a way) effect on our percentage from all those close losses keeping us above Brisbane and St Kilda. Somebody out there is probably celebrating this turn of events and punting us towards the spoon.

How wonderful the world seemed after the Essendon game when we were trading our cardboard box for a one bedroom flat in the outer suburbs, now we're relying on beating Brisbane/GWS or on St Kilda's disinterest in climbing off the bottom to save us from the indignity of yet another last place finish. Ironically we're only seven percentage points away from the mark I said I'd be happy with us achieving pre-season, but at that point I was still assuming we'd have won two games maximum by July 1 when the liquidators showed up. Now that respectability has been dangled in front of us several times I want more of it.

I'm not sure how to feel about this week's result. Options include joy at rescuing ourselves from two terrible performances, pride at almost winning, disappointment at not being able to finish the job, outright hostility at the fact we let ourselves get five goals down again and suspicion over shonky umpiring. Best to take a bit out of each of them, stew until Wednesday then take a much needed break next weekend before Shambles Clash 2014 against the Lions.

At least we did our bit for the AFL's most unpopular theme round, "Shit Teams Having A Go Week". Carlton started it against the only team mentally flakier than us, St Kilda upped the ante to ridiculous levels by pulverising Fremantle and GWS (*spit*) nearly toppled Geelong. Later on Sunday Footscray would join in by nearly beating Essendon, but even though the wheels have 3/4 fallen off at Port I still don't think anybody thought us ready, willing or capable of joining in the fun based on our performances against Froe and Geelong. But then again who would have expected Fremantle to neck themselves in such spectacular fashion this week? I'm not convinced that isn't part of some nefarious Bond villain style scheme by Ross Lyon, but at least he's nice enough to do this sort of thing against his old side so they can have a win.

I expected us to put up a reasonable fight, at least for the first few minutes, and god damn it they nearly proved everything I said about them last week wrong by winning but it would be nice if the next step in our evolution is to stop going five goals down before launching furious comebacks. If the Fremantle and Geelong games were mirror images of each other this was the Bulldogs match all over again. Kick the first goal, go five behind, turn it on from the last few minutes of the second quarter to the end of the third then clam up again in the last, go behind to a late late goal and waste the last two minutes on fruitless, panicked attack.

Similarly in both games we got flogged to death by the rubbish umpiring decisions going overwhelmingly against us, but both times we could very easily have taken it in our stride and still won if we had a bit more composure. Remember the glee you felt in the past when we still managed to win despite being the victims of heinous officiating? It can happen, and for that reason I'm not going to throw paint at AFL House or spend the next fortnight abusing umpires - they didn't help us, but we were at least equally culpable for our own demise.

The one thing this week had in common with all our recent matches is that we started the game with a bit of life, and at first it looked like we were capable of matching them. Eventually Port - who will be lucky to even make the eight let alone the top four if they keep playing like this - shambled their way to a big lead off the back of our comedy turnovers and inability to kick easy goals, but at least the intent was there. And we got two goals in the first quarter for the first time in a month, which isn't much of an achievement for most teams of the 21st century (or most of the 20th century) but is a big step for us.

While we still spend most of the game stopping, starting or kicking it to the opposition the bare minimum that we can do to combat this is to put pressure on - and even though we contrived to lose the tackle count heavily despite not having many more possessions there were some stand-out moments that warmed my cold, cold, red and blue heart.

Even the two sitters that McKenzie and Riley missed in the first quarter were generated by us doing things that we don't usually do enough. Jordie won his free after we managed to create repeat stoppages inside forward 50 and actually put some pressure on the opposition for the first time in god knows how long, and my new favourite player Aidan Riley laid a running tackle on a defender that Aaron Davey himself would have been proud of. If we can't get our forwards to apply forward pressure I'm happy enough for taggers and the front-line soldiers to do it instead - as long as somebody does.

It's one thing improving on keeping the ball inside our forward 50 once we finally get it there, but we're still vulnerable from kick-ins. Note the difference between the pressure we put Port under via those stoppages and Riley's tackle and compare to the wide open spaces they trotted off into after the McKenzie miss where the ball was back down the other end in about 15 seconds.

Loose as a goose structural issues aside I couldn't possibly fault the intent in the first half. Even as Port started to get on top we were at least making them earn it - I especially enjoyed the performance of Riley (six tackles in the first quarter alone - some of an eye-watering brutality) and Tapscott (smashing some clown straight down the middle just for the fun of it) who were going around with a look in their eye as if they'd just been teleported into the middle of a prison riot unarmed and were fighting to survive. The first goal to Tapscott came primarily thanks to Riley's efforts to tackle two different Port players within 10 seconds at the other end of the ground. He ran out of gas in the second quarter, and in the MFC spirit he kicks like he's got a peg leg but I'm happy to carry one or two players like that as long as they make up for it with insane competitiveness then I'm into it.

This new found willingness to crush, kill and destroy from a team who a week before had looked like they'd rather be drinking Pina Colada's in Tahiti had Port a bit nervy, and they started to botch simple kicks, handballs began to go astray and easy marks were dropped. Any top quality team (or Richmond) would have taken advantage of this, but just as the Fox Footy cameras cut to a cranky Ken Hinkley in the coaches box, complete with stereotype busting window reflection of a Port fan quaffing a champers, we went to sea in the traditional manner and let them ream us for a few minutes while everyone in red and blue white ran around in circles like they were on the deck of the Costa Concordia.

Not that 'certain decisions' helped us. At one point Nathan Jones got decked with an elbow to the head and a goal was then kicked over his lifeless corpse. His assailant will get suspended (update: or apparently he won't) but that didn't help us at the time. We're highly adept at costing ourselves goals by pissweak attempts at a bump or by leaving players on their own in the square for the easy handball over the top, we don't need lazy umpiring to help us do it.

As the second quarter went on and Port pulled further away it was fair to say that my incessant "Blease for the 1's (and not as sub)" campaign wasn't looking like a huge success. At least he found himself on the end of some crumb at one point, which is more than you can say for most of our list, and as the day went on both he and Kennedy-Harris showed why they need to be kept in the side for the rest of the year. Couldn't we do with some run and chase at the moment? Kent didn't do badly either, and it was refreshing to see three quick players on the field at the same time amongst all the plodders.

The best thing about Blease - apart from him deploying his special move of sprinting through the middle to kick a goal - were his defensive efforts, previously sorely lacking. Three tackles aren't all that many (though it is twice his career average) but it's more that he was also chasing and harassing effectively. I've still got no idea what constitutes a one percenter, but apparently he didn't have any, which is bullshit.

But - temporarily at least - back to Port. Once they settled down and realised that no matter what they did we'd just give them the ball back within 10 seconds anyway they settled and it started to look a lot like the last couple of weeks all over again. Admittedly it also looked like the Essendon and Footscray games, but what were the odds that we had it in us to launch a third blockbuster comeback from 30 points down? Pretty good as it turned out, but before we got there we had to enjoy the spectacle of conceding a rebound goal after Pedersen took a mark outside 50, Dawes told him to kick it one way, he kicked it the other and it was instantly whisked the other way for a score.

Then, just when the lifeboats were being readied and the orchestra were preparing to go under while playing It's A Grand Old Flag something unexpected and mystical happened as just like in the Bulldogs game we suddenly decided to start playing like we were [insert name of whoever the premiership favourite is this week]. It all started with Bernie Vince having a dust-up with Chad Cornes. He had been held well to that point and didn't end up having a great day by any means, but once the crowd started getting into him he fed off their hate (I would like to think so anyway, but maybe I've been watching too much wrestling) and helped spark the comeback. For the next quarter we were irresistible, running to space, linking up by hand and foot, taking calculated risks instead of handballing at somebody's feet, kicking goals etc.. etc.. All the stuff we don't usually do, so that was nice. It's always pleasant to peer the window and see what it must be like to follow another team.

A large part of the third quarter comeback was thanks to Watts' work mopping up Port slop in defence. He hadn't done much to that point other than one pissweak attempt at a bump (at least he tried) and fantastic kick inside 50, but in the third quarter he looked sensational. Of course in the end he'd wind up 'giving away' the 'free kick' which cost us the lead at three-quarter time, but I'm not going to hold that against him. He even wandered back down into attack and kicked the goal which gave us the lead. I've given up on trying to work out where he's going to end up playing in the future - but at least like Howe and Frawley (for the next five games) he's flexible enough to be used in different roles.

Unfortunately his goal - the third in five minutes - was the cue for Port to tighten up again and we didn't kick another goal for a quarter. Which is nothing for us when the scores are close, but it's usually the first quarter where we can't manage one. On the other hand if you take out the questionable Wingard free we didn't let them get a legitimate one from 14 minutes into the second quarter until 15 minutes in the last quarter - so swings and roundabouts, 'attacks' and defences, Neelds' and Roos'.

By three-quarter time I wanted to win as much to stuff up Dom Cassisi's farewell as anything. No offence to the guy, who I have nothing in the slightest against and who I've probably given about 23 seconds thought to in my life before yesterday, but everyone knows he chose to retire this week so he could play in a guaranteed win. Which he did, so good luck to him, but it would have been nice to stitch up his plan and then give him the guard of honour on the way off the field. It would have been especially cruel after that almost certain goal that he was jibbed out of by a novelty bounce, but I'd have taken it.

Alas with baffling decisions flying left right and centre we couldn't hold on. Tyson topped off his (spoiler) BOG return to form with a goal to put us back in front before we gave it away with first a traditionally shambolic defensive calamity, then by leaving Dunn isolated inside 50 against Schultz. There was still time if we were good enough (CLICHE) but we weren't (ABSOLUTE FACT). With the game on the line everyone shit themselves - Jones played on ludicrously from a free, Grimes kicked it out on the full with two players free and another four points went begging.

How we will look upon days like this in the future (which decade hasn't yet been decided) and laugh.

Hair Watch
Bernie Vince somewhat rescued his look by balancing out the cut rather than going for the reverse Morrissey back of head quiff again, but no matter what he did with the hair he wouldn't have been able to top Jasper Pittard for looking silly. As if being called Jasper isn't bad enough he's sporting some weird moustache despite otherwise having the face of a 13-year-old girl. It is several hundred times worse than Dunn's effort of recent years because it is clearly not being worn with any sense of irony.

2014 Allen Jakovich Medal votes
5 - Dom Tyson
4 - Mark Jamar
3 - Nathan Jones
2 - Neville Jetta
1 - Jordie McKenzie

Apologies to Bail, Frawley, Howe, Pedersen, Riley, Viney and Watts.

Leaderboard
With the maximum (remember him?) votes available now down to 25, Tyson's slight gain on Jones is enough to keep him in the hunt for the major award for another couple of weeks. Everyone below the dotted line is out of the running.

Howe might have snuck in for the single vote, but it wouldn't have really helped him in the Seecamp - which is bad news for all those who took the 500-1 "any other player" option at the start of the year. Meanwhile Jamar has shot out to a nearly unbeatable lead in the Stynes, and the race for the Hilton remains about as interesting as an evening's viewing on Channel 10.

41 - Nathan Jones
29 - Dom Tyson
27 - Lynden Dunn (PROVISIONAL WINNER: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
20 - Daniel Cross
16 - Chris Dawes, Jack Viney
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14 - Bernie Vince
12 - James Frawley
10 - Jeremy Howe
9 - Mark Jamar (Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Cameron Pedersen
8 - Neville Jetta, Tom McDonald
7 - Matt Jones
6 - Jack Watts
5 - Aidan Riley
4 - Dean Kent
3 - Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Colin Garland, Jack Grimes, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jordie McKenzie, Jake Spencer

Stat My Bitch Up
We narrowly beat our average for the season, causing a rise of +0.49ppg to 61.17. As per the table posted last week this still leaves us second last in a 20+ game season, and needing 46ppg to remain above GWS 2012. You would think that this shouldn't be too difficult but there's no telling which Melbourne is going to show up from week to another. Whichever one it is you can be sure they're not going to score more than 100 points - we are now only a 26 game streak without a ton, our longest since 1921.

Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
No change at the top of the leaderboard. The Big 10 from the Essendon game remain in the box seat for the end of season prize. As for this week, at the risk of courting controversy I'm relegating Bail's arsey but still fantastic goal from the pocket to runner-up in favour of Blease's big run through the middle. An assist to all of Howe, McDonald, Jones and Frawley for playing a part but only Sam wins the weekly prize of a tour through the disused Holden plant at Elizabeth conducted by South Australia's own Peter Walsh.

For once there was a few contenders to pick from - credits also to long goals from Tapscott/Watts and the JKH goal on the run. If we kick this many attractive goals while only scoring 69 imagine the sort of entertainment we'd be putting on if we were scoring more than 100?


While I enjoyed the Dom Cassisi caricature on the Port banner it was otherwise an uninspiring effort. Congratulations to our side for a solid effort which acknowledged not only multicultural round but also our long suffering (other than the last time we played there) South Australian members. Demons win on "who travelled furthest to get there" tiebreaker to go 17-0.

Crowd Watch
When you're in the 99% crowd majority always ensure that you act as if you've been rorted by the umps all day even when you've been getting a fantastic run and they let you kick a goal even after one of your players has knocked out an opponent. So much bronx. So many grown men leaping to their feet and contorting their faces as if they're in legitimate pain. So many adults giving the finger. There's not enough poison gas in the world.

Next Time
Given that we're all 'tired' (players and fans included) this randomly placed week off probably comes at the right time, then straight back to the 'race' for/to avoid the wooden spoon. There's every possible chance we're going to lose to Brisbane - especially because it's at Docklands - but you would think (in the spirit of the Tankquiry) that St Kilda will be quite happy with the morale boosting win over Freo and will have scant interest in jeopardising picks 1 or 2 by winning again.

As for changes I take the footy fan's prerogative to selectively ignore form in the VFL to suit my own prejudices - if Harmes had got another 40 touches yesterday I'd be demanding rookie elevations, but because Nicholson did it then they don't count.

I'm going to say no change (with Grimes very lucky), but that's conditional on Tapscott being fit and Vince not getting suspended. If they are I'll have Michie and Jones back in. I've seen some suggestion that Cross might be fit again in two weeks, and if he is obviously he comes straight back in as well.

If we're going down to the Lions I hope it's as the result of the Stefan Martin Experience having 75 hitouts and kicking six.

Final Thoughts
Every time I start to get maudlin about how this season has gone since the magic of the Essendon match I try to remind myself how far we've come. It's like reasoning with yourself that it's better to have Smallpox than Ebola, but the fact remains that before this season started I would have crawled over broken glass to get three losses by 10 points or less.

Sunday, 13 July 2014

5.6.36 - The number of the beast

If it feels like you saw this game before that's probably because it was an almost exact replica of last Saturday night in Darwin, and it wasn't much good then either. With a week to revise our tactics and enjoy the serenity of not playing against a side who has graduated from Strangulation Football University while we're still staggering around drunk in a toga at O-Week.

Not that playing Geelong should be much more of a comfort considering what they've done to us in recent years, but safe in the knowledge that they've gone from being a great team to a good team in the last year I thought we might at least give them some nervy moments. Even a replay of the North game where we annoy them until the third quarter before imploding would have been nice, but instead it was Freo in Darwin Redux.

Both games featured a five minute period at the start of the match where we matched it with the opposition but were too inept to complete scoring opportunities handed to us on a plate then didn't kick a goal at all in the first quarter. Then once the opposition realised that we weren't good enough to compete they unloaded a ruthless burst in the second quarter to put us away. Both times we managed to restrict the damage to aggravated GBH rather than a total pulverising despite kicking an embarrassingly low score. And neither game did anything for my enjoyment of season 2014.

The only difference between the two weeks was that the first one took place in unseasonable (for us, not Darwin) humidity and the second was played on the coldest day of the year so far. Several times during the afternoon bright sunshine came out, but like a Grimes family injury you were never more than five minutes away from pelting rain. It was so cold that the community service message on the scoreboard was changed to read "In the event of a major emergency you may be required to eat members of an Uruguayan rugby team for your own survival."

Notwithstanding the fact that I've seen some toxic performances against the Cats in recent years (which has been fantastic karma for my behaviour towards the locals at the final siren of Round 20, 2005) it was the final blow to the extreme feelgood factor which was unleashed by the Essendon game. The Fremantle game mortally wounded it, this match saw the life support system switched off.

The grim death march to the off-season has officially started. Admittedly it makes a big change to have it begin in Round 17 rather than Round 8 (2012) or Round 2 (2013), but having enjoyed the majority of the season so far I feel like I'm going to revert to my default state of watching the rest of it through my fingers as it turns ugly.

It also means that time is running out for comparing everything to the 2012/13 disasters - which is terrible news for me because that'll be about 75% of my material gone, but to kick off the last six weeks of the Carnival of Comparison I'd like to point out that almost one year to the day (364 days to be precise) we played pretty much the exact same game in the wet against the Cats at Kardinia Park. That's not to say we haven't improved (our percentage was 54.0 that week and is 71.8 now, down from a peak of 78.5 after the Essendon game) but only up to the level of a really bad team.

As will be demonstrated later in this post we're set to achieve our rightful place as one of the most boring teams in the modern era - scoring at roughly the same rate as the 1921 wooden spooner - but there are reasons to be cheerful. Or at least the hope that there will be in the not too distant future. For now we've got to get through the last six weeks of the season with a squad that has hit the wall physically and mentally in brutal fashion over the last two weeks.

The upside is that as deflating as the last two weeks have been neither game will be remembered in a decade - but when 2014 is remembered we'll always have the Adelaide Oval, Pedo's sealer against Carlton, Richmond stuffing up the Hafey game and the last two minutes of Essendon. Remember in the afterglow of the Bombers game where I fooled myself into believing that we had achieved comfortable middle class status? Well last night we were a couple of minutes away from 17th place when Brisbane almost toppled the Eagles.

Ever since that glorious Sunday evening the last month has had a real 2012/13 stink about it. Other than the 30 minutes against the Bulldogs when we came back from the dead by playing on instinct and brief, fruitless flashes of mediocrity against North we've been horrible. The fact that we've played two top four contenders and one almost certain finalist in that time has helped us escape criticism, but imagine for a minute Mark Neeld had managed to avoid answering his phone long enough to avoid the sack. Think of the shit he'd have copped for being involved in novelty videos with Sesame Street characters in the middle of two consecutive 11 goal losses where we scored under 40? Even before things turned 'nasty' last year there would have been lynch mobs chasing him down the street.

(NB: I've got no problems with them doing novelty videos. Nobody seems to have a problem when they're teaching schoolkids to read or high fiving kids in the carpark at Uluru, and neither of them contribute to what happens on game day. Maybe we should have shacked up with the Muppets instead of Sesame Street, but the "why don't you practice how to kick instead?" crowd are taking a pretty simplistic view of things. The least you can do when your club loses every week (12 of our current players are in the worst win/loss records in the competition) is give the players the opportunity to do 'something else' rather than treating them like inmates in a Soviet gulag)

Of course the scenario above is a trick, because in the first half of last year we'd have scored 36 and still lost the match by 20 goals, so considering how substandard our list is Roos gets plenty of credit for massaging a decent run out of them for 10 weeks - but it doesn't mean we don't still get to ask critical questions about what's going on. This can't become an Essendon fan/James Hird cult of personality where everything he does is genius even when it's practically the same as what the last guy did but with less injectable substances purchased in Tijuana.

He's feeling the strain of it all too, you could see it at the start of yesterday's press conference when he was rubbing his face like an Essendon doping victim trying to brush imaginary bugs off his skin. I don't blame him, because getting this team back up to standard must be like Fitzcarraldo trying to haul a boat over a mountain, but he's right into the footy equivalent of political leaders saying it's not their fault because the last administration stuffed things up so much. Which they may very well have, but the clock is ticking on how long that's going to be a good excuse.

His suggestion in yesterday's press conference that plenty of players weren't up for it seemed to be 100% correct, but it's a bit farcical to come out and blame the players' traumatic past for packing up at five goals down when we've had two comebacks from exactly the same position in the last six weeks.

I'm not here to defend the Mark Neeld era (impossible task), but we were all happy to hang him high for the sins of the players so we should at least ask the question of what the coaching team are doing to get the players up. Mark it down that he said in this press conference that it's his job to make sure they come out against Port firing on all cylinders, so look out to see what the reaction is if/when they belt us.

I'm not expecting him to conduct a North Korean style self-denunciation session but players didn't seem to attempting self-harm at 30 points down against Essendon or Footscray, so bringing it up now seems to be grasping at straws. At the risk of the Herald Sun printing a DEMON FANS TURN ON ROOS story (because they will print pretty much anything), was this Roos deflecting attention from weird situations like Selwood running riot for the entire first quarter without intervention or making Terlich the substitute with no obvious benefit? The Selwood debacle was raised but nobody followed up with a supplementary question asking why it took the entire first quarter to realise this and make the chance. Or maybe they did, the AFL are still too cheap to introduce a boom mic to press conference and it sounds as if they're asking questions from inside a pit.

As frustrated as I am at least now we try different things during a game, which is a significant difference to the recent past where the same set-up who were being butchered five minutes were still copping it at the 25 minute mark of the last quarter, and I still think he's got them going in the right direction, but the last fortnight shows that our previous coach didn't have a monopoly on presiding over rank, heartless performances - just that he wasn't street smart, experienced or beloved by all enough to talk his way out of them. There's also probably a significant difference in the reviewing style between the two - less screaming in people's faces that they're "weak c**ts" is probably a positive step.

This week it was Frawley back (presumably in an attempt to pump up his contract value and maximise the compensation), Dunn forward and at last a full game for The Pornographer Aidan Riley. Frawley wasn't terrible, but his performance would have hardly sparked a bidding war amongst 17 other clubs. Dunn didn't do anything in the forward line, and when he had a set shot it was revealed that he sadly no longer does his ludicrously elaborate hop/skip/jump routine. He deserved to miss for that reason alone - bring back the Dunn shuffle.

I was happiest with Riley, who was really good as an inside midfielder. He made a couple of high profile blunders, but if you shot one Melbourne player for every outrageous clanger you'd be topping up with the Casey Scorpions within two weeks. They've got to keep playing him based on that performance. He ran out of legs a bit in the end but considering the serious injury he was coming back from that's to be expected. I'm a fan.

The key difference between this week and last week is that we actually had some players worthy of getting in the votes. Chris Dawes is an easy target, and if you just looked at his stats you'd probably say he had an average game but some of the stuff he did yesterday which don't count towards Supercoach scores was fantastic. I loved his charge into the centre at the first bounce to lay a tackle, his tap-ons of loose balls and his hard running to get to contests. If we ever give him some help up forward instead of surrounding him with converted defenders, resting ruckmen and no crumbers EVER he'll be a good attacking weapon. He even held marks in the wet that he'd probably have dropped in the dry two weeks ago.

He could have contributed more by kicking goals, but the way we're going that's far too much to ask. Having said that I'm more frustrated at our lack of forward pressure than I am at not kicking goals in the first place. If we could learn to lock the ball inside 50 for more than two seconds at a time the repeat attacks would surely lead to more goals. Crumbers would help, but what are the chances? It's ludicrous how often we attack fruitlessly only to see the ball swept down the other end in a few seconds, and I'm well aware that I go on about this every week - because it happens every week.

Like last week Geelong spent the first quarter keeping us in the game with poor kicking at goal and around the field, but with scant resistance on offer they eventually decided to follow the script and beat our brains out instead. Despite botching our best chances in the forward line via indecision/general shiteness and handing them chance after chance with faulty kicking in defence they left the door slightly open for us at quarter time.

It wasn't until the second quarter when they steamrolled us, and it was looking like a goalless half until Howe took advantage of a patented RoosSwitch™ to get two in a row. Forget that the second one was a gift for some vague off the ball incident, it's heartening to see that we've got players who can change ends and make an impact. Maybe we should play him forward again for the rest of the season to try and spark something in our forward line/give Dawes some help. At least the option is there, which is nice.

My favourite part of the second quarter was when matchups broke down to such a ridiculous degree that Jamar ended up trying to stop Motlop taking a mark. Unfortunately it came down to a battle of speed rather than bulk and he was beaten, but why was he in that situation in the first place? Whoever was supposed to be on Motlop was nowhere to be seen.

Having discovered that the Ponsford Stand was colder than the North Pole I made use of my reserved seat for the first time in god knows how long, and after a half of throwing my arms up in the air in frustration and cursing the heavens I got up to go and drown my sorrows in a floppy MCG hotdog only to discover that the corporate box right behind me was filled to the brim with all the injured/rested players. Lucky I didn't bring the #fistedforever banner along.

I thought it would make the rest of the game slightly uncomfortable, like watching an execution while sitting with the victim's family, but just as the Lubemobile fleet was pulling up outside and readying for a 100 point thrashing we played a third quarter that was probably how the whole game was intended to go. The highlight was undoubtedly Jack Viney demonstrating his commitment to the cause by driving Joel Selwood temporarily bonkers with a tagging job. It's the second time in a few weeks he's tagged somebody to buggery, which is fine because we know that he's being groomed for greater things. His disposal efficiency is still questionable, but AT LEAST HE CARES. We should have either started with Viney vs Selwood or used McKenzie (who did a reasonable job on him in the second) as the very competent tagger he is.

I can only assume the idea that we'd be up four goals to two at half time was why dour defender Dean Terlich was named as sub. He was probably intended to come on and contribute to saving the day by engineering a double scoreless large quarter and a brave 29-28 MFC victory. Shame then that the damage was well and truly done before Deano had the chance to take his tracksuit pants off.

No sub would have been able to make a difference considering how shithouse the second quarter was, but I'm not entirely sure how he was supposed to contribute as a sub. I'm glad he took the bullet and ensured that Riley could play a full game, but surely we'd have got more out of Kennedy-Harris or (god forbid) Blease running around for a quarter?

In the end we only lost the second half by seven points despite plenty of players having fallen into the same pit that journos are asking their press conference questions from. I thought Neville Jetta was actually quite good, so I'm not entirely sure why they took him off for Terlich. A straight swap is fine when the game is in the balance, but don't tell me there weren't 10 players more worthy of being dragged than Nifty Nev. There's been no suggestion that he's injured so I'm calling bullshit on this one. Maybe they botched their substituting and took the wrong man off a'la Tyson vs Gold Coast.

On the plus side Garland stopped Bartel from wrecking us, so it was good to see him back in some good form, and Pedersen continued to battle hard. I cracked the sads when Gawn got dropped, but I concede now that in the rain it would have been foolished to play both of them and Jamar - and Pedo has done so well this year that he has to stay. If we could create a hybrid of Pedo's around the ground play and Gawn's taps we'd be laughing.

Geelong clearly no longer cared in the last quarter, so that probably saved us a bit, but plenty of our players look tired. Time to give Tyson a week off to put his feet up, and try some of our 'other' players. He's not the only one who could do with a rest, Watts could probably do with some time off as well - but given the amount of scrutiny he gets that'll end up with us on the front page of the papers. I swear he's physically NQR, he hasn't fired a shot since his shagger's back flamed up against North. If he needs to be put on the shelf to get him right for the future there's never been a better time than now. If we're still allowed to do that without being accused of tanking.

Speaking of disasters somebody needs to have a chat with Bernie Vince about whatever he's had done to his head. It was the most ludicrous MFC hair moment since Lynden Dunn's mo. First Evans, then McDonald, now Vince - forget videos with Big Bird I'm more concerned about our players doing stupid things with their hair in their spare time. If Tyson messes with his luscious locks in his week off I'll go on strike.

In the end we got the result that was expected and which we deserved. Yet again there were dodgy umpiring decisions all over the place, but suspect holding the ball calls don't mean players can't run into space and to provide an option for their teammates for the other 85% of the time. Or leave their opponents to run riot into space up and down the ground. Or to take marks and then wait for the entire opposition to get back between them and the target before kicking.

Work in progress. Slow work in progress.

2014 Allen Jakovich Medal Votes
5 - Aidan Riley
4 - Jack Viney
3 - Chris Dawes
2 - Colin Garland
1 - Neville Jetta

Apologies will not be offered as any gentleman player would refuse them. Nevertheless Jeremy Howe challenged Nev for the last one.

Leaderboard
30 votes left, so everyone behind Pedersen is now out of the running - and Jones looks to have banked enough votes in the first half of the year to get him over the line again. With our defence looking all over the place you would think that future Cat James Frawley wouldn't be able to reel in Dunn's 15 vote lead in the Seecamp from here.

With the Hilton still in a state of disarray the tantalising prospect of Jesse Hogan (or another first gamer) making his debut in the last month of the season, winning AND still being eligible to win next year is still on the cards. It would be a fiasco befitting the state of the competition this year.

As for the ruckmen Jamar might have put in a stinker, but he effectively won it two weeks ago with his performance forward against the Dogs. Gawn (or god forbid Fitzpatrick) is one BOG away from stealing a share of it, but he's hardly going to do that playing for Casey every second week is he?

38 - Nathan Jones
27 - Lynden Dunn (PROVISIONAL WINNER: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
24 - Dom Tyson
20 - Daniel Cross
16 - Chris Dawes, Jack Viney
14 - Bernie Vince
12 -  James Frawley
10 - Jeremy Howe
9 - Cameron Pedersen,
8 - Tom McDonald
7 - Matt Jones
6 - Neville Jetta, Jack Watts
5 - Mark Jamar (Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Aidan Riley
4 - Dean Kent,
3 - Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Colin Garland, Jack Grimes, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jake Spencer

Stat My Bitch Up
In the all excitement of last week I forgot the PPG update - and a week later it's not pretty at all. We're now down to 60.68, but the good news is that I've been relying on an unreliable stat the whole time and we're not actually the lowest scoring team in a 20+ game season (1945 and 1968-) just yet - the original GWS team still hold that dubious honour.

1266 - 63.3ppg - North Melbourne (1968)
1270 - 57.72ppg - GWS (2012)
1305 - 65.25ppg - St Kilda (1945)
1415 - 70.75ppg - Geelong (1945)
1452 - 66.00ppg - Fitzroy (1996)
1455 - 66.13ppg - Melbourne (2013)
1477 - 67.13ppg - Melbourne (1997)
1509 - 68.59ppg - Gold Coast (2012)
1513 - 68.77ppg - South Melbourne (1972)
1524 - 69.27ppg - GWS (2013)

The way it's going we're well on track for second place, unless we can overhaul the 38 point lead St Kilda has on us (63.06ppg) and throw them under the bus instead. No need to get excited, chances are we'll still be in third. Here's our final position based on the points-per-game average of the last six matches. Apart from draft picks this is basically all we've got to play for now.

100ppg - 71.40
90ppg - 68.68
80ppg - 65.95
70ppg - 63.22
60ppg - 60.50
50ppg - 57.77
45ppg - 56.40

Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
Obviously there was no challenge to the Big 10 vs Essendon for overall leadership of this prestigious award, but congratulations yet again to Bernie Vince for winning the weekly award for the umpteenth time for his quick kick on goal in the last quarter. What a pisstake to introduce this award in the year where we kick

For the weekly prize Bernard wins an Apple Newton to help him arrange his schedule, take advantage of all the great prizes he's won as part of this segment throughout the year and find a new hairdresser.

Crowd Watch
At the risk of being sued has there ever been a more suspect crowd figure than the one announced yesterday? I know when it rains more people are huddled up the back, and at Melbourne home games thousands head straight to the bar to drink themselves to a standstill but the claim that there were 36,000 people there must have been the result of a typo or a rogue scoreboard operator. There's no possible way that was correct, and the crowd who were there were quite right to gasp in amazement when it came up.

Sitting amongst the handful of people in the Redlegs section at least provided some proper Crowd Watch antics for the first time all season. In the immediate vicinity were an old lady who thought we were being rorted by the umpires, a few other lone weirdos like me and one very angry individual just across the aisle. He was sitting next to somebody but they never seemed to interact. I can understand why after enjoying (and I really was enjoying it) his first half performance where he would just yell one word demands of the umpire.

"BALL! HELD! HIGH! ARGH!" he would scream in short, sharp bursts with a tone of voice resembling Gunnery Sergeant Hartman from Full Metal Jacket. I've got no doubt that I was getting a preview of myself in 25 years - middle aged, with a hood pulled right up, body tilted forward with tension and a voice that sounded drenched in the misery of knowing you're never going to get to enjoy premiership success. So that's something to look forward to.

Much like the team he did his best work in the first 15 minutes, and only randomly vented his spleen until half time - at which point he must have realised the futility of it all and kept quiet. Which would have been the end of the fun if the MCG hadn't adopted an open borders policy when the rains came at half time and let a bunch of Geelong fans in to our reserved area as if there wasn't 15,000 seats in the general admission area of the Southern Stand where they could have gone instead.

I'm not taking the moral highground given that I've not been there for years, but the point of paying extra to sit in an area with no opposition fans deserves some respect. Try sneaking into the AFL or MCC Members sections and you'll probably wake up in a bathtub of ice without your kidney, but a reserve section 1/4 full of the sort of fans who usually just bend over and cop anything? No problems, just let anybody in.

Anyway, most of these interlopers were at least well behaved and restrained themselves from rubbing in the fact that their team is significantly better than ours - but there was one guy who was the exact opposite of Future Adam who eventually tipped him over the edge. They were both middle aged, but this guy obviously went through years of bitterness and thwarted ambitions before 2007 came along and an enormous weight was lifted off his shoulders. He sat bolt upright (which is almost compulsory considering the Tiger Airways-esque gap between seats), with his little headset radio on, cheerily punting his team home.

It took until midway through the last quarter for Future Adam to lose the plot at the guy, who was one row down and about four seats across. The family in front of me had gone home one minute into the last quarter when Geelong kicked a goal (why did they even wait through 3/4 time?) so they missed the action, but all of a sudden out of nowhere a perfectly innocent "Come on Cats!" set F.A off and he started screaming at him/mocking him "GO CATS! COME ON CATS! SHUT UP! SHUT UP! YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE HERE SO SHUT UP!"

I'd like to think that at this point even The Spencil gave up watching the game and started to fumble at the window of the corporate box with his plus sized hands to get it open and watch the potential biff, but the illegal immigrant Cats fan wasn't taking the bait. With the air of a man whose team was 70 points up and who has seen more premierships in the last decade than we will for the rest of our lives he just turned around and smiled at F.A, who was left without a reason to continue the 'argument' and shut up. At least he didn't try to start a fistfight or take the cowardly option of turning around and walking out. He stayed right until the end, and as the siren went we both stood up and went to walk up the aisle at the same time. I let him go first, he needed to go and get some fresh air quickly before he had a heart attack.

Meanwhile speaking of our fans, if we're supposed to be the upper class financially elite supporters of the league why do so many of our number insist on sporting the $2 shop MELBOURNE scarves and beanies? It's undignified. Put your hand in your pocket and support the club instead of being a highly visible tightwad. The club should send people out to intercept wearers of offending garments outside the ground and give them discount vouchers to the Demon Shop.



I have to hand it to our cheersquad for still putting in the effort to make a decent banner when by Thursday they must have known that their Saturday afternoon was going to be spent sitting in pouring rain watching a violent beating. With this hanging over their head they still went the extra yard to deliver another superior effort, complete with a jaunty little cartoon demon logo.

Geelong, on the other hand, introduced us to a bizarre white/fluro green lettering colour scheme where words RANDOMLY changed CASE EVERY few words for no DISCERNIBLE reason. There was no curtain deduction but they do lose points on a code violation for not having the common decency to display both sides to the crowd. Even a full 360º rotation wouldn't have got them into the same timezone as our banner. 16-0 Demons.

Next Week
A few weeks ago we almost (relatively speaking) beat Port Adelaide. No really, we did. We also won last start at the Adelaide Oval. What this adds up to is the Power splitting us in two like an axe through a block of wood. I assume they're going to beat Richmond (update - 4pm Sunday: obviously not. Another fantastic prediction by the accurate one), but they could still do with another pre-finals morale booster against a dud side. Be very afraid.

As for changes good luck. Casey only narrowly beat Bendigo Gold, a side who hasn't won a game all year and recently announced they were folding at the end of the year so it's hardly a ringing endorsement for the potential replacements. Unfortunately having wafer thin depth on the list was always going to get us eventually.

It must be hard to gauge performances against horrible teams (which is ironically how most AFL teams probably feel about playing us), but I was pleased to see James Harmes listed as best on ground. In a blurry screenshot posted by the Casey Twitter account (who also have no idea how to use hashtags) he appears to have had 23 touches to half time. I've lost track of the status of our list, and whether we're still able to promote anybody but he might be a sneaky chance for a promotion in the last few weeks if he keeps this up.

IN: Blease, Clisby, Kennedy-Harris, Gawn, Michie
OUT: Kent, M. Jones, Grimes, Terlich (omit), Tyson (rested)
LUCKY: Bail, Tapscott, Watts, Frawley (under the "if you're not going to be here next year why are we bothering?" rule)

The rest of the year
We're in all sorts now. Not that I expected to win either of the last two games, but they've shown that there's more than a handful of players who have had it with 2014. From here I'd say we'd be lucky to win one of the Brisbane/GWS games and get through matches against Port, Hawthorn, West Coast and North without losing at least one by more than 100.

Abandon all hope ye who enter here. Remember the pre-season preview where I said I didn't care if we finished last with four wins as long as we achieved a percentage of 80? Well, at least we're never going to get back to 80% now so that won't be tested. It's also fair to say I didn't expect the shift in expectations caused by having three wins up in the first nine weeks.

Was it worth it?
Not if you paid more than $0.00 to get in. I can't see why any neutral would have paid $25 minimum to go and watch that knowing exactly what was going to happen given the teams and the conditions - but unless that crowd figure is a total swizz somebody must have. Thanks for your donation.

Final thoughts
Defence is fantastic, and I'm having a much better time this year than last but good luck growing our fanbase by kicking five goals a week. Here's to it all coming good eventually and ushering in a glory era before we end up in another death spiral that ends up another trip on bended knee to the AFL to bail us out again.