Thanks Hanks

In another week where people who aren't really interested are getting their undergarments in a knot over the standard of AFLW, we're tackling the big issues at Demonblog.com. For instance, if you've got a 'Pride Round' that takes place within 'Week 7' of the season why not just call it 'Pride Week'? We must have been bursting with pride because they picked us to play twice. 

From a purely football perspective it's lucky we don't have any of the pride jumper conscientious objectors because we're already short on depth without players chucking a double sickie under circumstances best handled between them and their teammates, not random munters off the internet. As for those of us looking in from the outside, I think the key takeaway is to avoid being an insufferable wanker about other people's life choices.

We're on the verge of the AFL doing a panicky league reconstruction just to placate sad middle-aged men in the Facebook comments, so here's to it meaning the 'compressed fixture' is compressed until it's flat enough to be slid under the door never to be seen again. And if they come up with a two division system now then I want a) royalty money, and b) a legal challenge if we end up in the bottom section after one pox season from nine. 

If we had to play twice in four days things couldn't have gone any better - first a shock win, then the reintroduction of three premiership players. Last week pulled our season off the edge of a cliff, and just as the Ms. Bradbury Plan got the slightest bit of life about it here came Paxman, Purcell and Zanker fresh and ready to contribute. It would have been an even more aesthetically pleasing list if Pearce was there too, but after the Campbell/Watt duo reached their highest point last week I was content with them having another go. 

Fans of obscure statistics please note that Watt is now the second oldest person to play a senior game for Melbourne at 36 years, 310 days. After leading the campaign for Delany Madigan - despite spelling her first name wrong all the time - we're backing an assault on Jack Leith's record of 39y, 296d. I'll admit to rarely knowing opposition players before they join us, but I wasn't surprised to discover that one of Watt's best career games was on that horrific night at Moorabbin when we were red hot favourites then kicked for goal as if deranged. Sure, she played against a ruck division consisting of Harriet Cordner and a barely 20-year-old Eden Zanker, but they won and she never had more hitouts in a game until this month.

On that dreadful night in 2020 (in front at 3/4 time after kicking 1.8, then failing to score in the final term) there was genuine surprise at losing, but now that the ravages of time have finally caught up with us we started as underdogs. 'Changing of the guard' is a massive cliche but we've suffered a record loss to Essendon, Hawthorn is on top of the ladder, and Footscray have gone from our arch nemesis to trying to brick up games like a village team playing against Brazil 1970, so some form of equalisation is working. The only problem is that some of the teams have been equalised into dust, which is where we were heading a couple of weeks ago. Now after two wins, this was a good chance to test where we were at after the reintroduction of P, P and Z. On ladder position alone, the Saints were in the same bracket as Fremantle and Essendon, and considering the violently opposing directions those games took there was no telling what was going to happen here - other than a good chance of not scoring in the final quarter.

The outer at Moorabbin looked so much like Casey Fields that I had a moment of doubt at the first bounce and thought we might have been playing at home. Both grounds have their own Mt. Variable Weather style ecosystem, in this case causing one of the pre-match cameras to bounce up and down enough to make you queasy, but the key advantage of this place (other than not being 50 minutes closer to the city) was a ferris wheel. You might not let your kids ride the thing, but it added literal carnival atmosphere to the game.

The big wheel took some time to be revealed because all the early play was happening at our end. As usual getting the ball inside 50 was not the issue, but landing it with a teammate or at least forcing a contest was proving more difficult. This coupled with St. Kilda's commitment to Stalingrad style defence suggested this wasn't the day we'd cast off the shackles and kick another big score. It also didn't help kicking into a wind that made the ball randomly sink like a stone out of mid-air, so under the circumstances kicking our highest score of the year was an achievement. 

Following recent trends, we did all our best scoring work at the start of the game then clammed up and tried to survive at the end. With that strategy any assistance from opponents is welcome, so cheers to the one whose optimistic attempt to run out of difference was met with a Goldrick tackle and another Bannan goal. Banno didn't do much else after this, but for all my early season whinging she is now equal top goalscorer so do please carry on. Mind you, it's not exactly Lockett vs Dunstall vs Modra for that honour, and shortly after Georgia Campbell cracked the top five with her second of the season.

Nobody had any idea what GC got the ruck free kick for, and the not-so-subtle suggestions by the commentators that they'd appreciate seeing a replay were ignored. Regardless, the theory that Campbell will kick goals if given chances was furthered as she nine-ironed her set shot through against the wind.

I can't see a situation where I'd ever trust a two goal first quarter lead, but it's sure better than the alternative. It's a little easier to trust when you've got good players back in the side. Purcell's mask was even more severe than I'd hoped for, but as much as I'm prepared to back the medical staff (no matter how much King's Birthday-related defamation they've suffered) it felt risky for somebody to have to play with a glorified ice cream lid wrapped around their face. When she hit the deck in the first quarter and didn't come up with a bit I obviously went straight to catastrophe and was worried that it had backfired and rebroken her face. Thankfully not, and she was not only ok to continue but played a game that helped remind you what we've been missing for the first seven rounds/weeks/eras.

Nobody was expecting miracles from a player returning from their face melding back together, but Purcell's comeback helped take heat off midfielders who have been flat-out trying to do it all recently. Hanks and McNamara have had very good moments this season but they'd have enjoyed having another serial ball-getter in the side, and responded by racking up bulk possessions. Funny how much better everything looks when you get swathes of your first choice side back together.

All this, including holding St Kilda scoreless, came against the wind but I've been dudded before by thinking we'd mastered the conditions only for things to still go sour. The party temporarily continued when Zanker was gifted a goal via another free seemingly plucked from thin-air, complete with definitive proof from a replay this time. The moral repayment came when Gillard's year of saving our bacon finally turned and she was beaten for a mark and goal. Two years ago she comprehensively fixed up the same opponent in a Grand Final and was ROBBED out of BOG honours so I was happy to trade minor disappointment in a mid-season, mid-table, mid-everything contest for a hands-down win when it really mattered.

One of the underrated highlights of AFLW is hearing people yell weird things from the crowd, and the cry of "Let's go Temu" was either a topical nickname or niche guerilla marketing. See also the St Kilda player called J'Noemi, who may be the first person in VFL/AFL history named after a brand of sewing machine (yes, I checked for anybody called Singer, Brother, or PFAFF). And on the subject of names, after our recent problems with Natalie Wood, the theme of Hollywood tragedy continued with them fielded Grace Kelly. Who's next, Jayne Mansfield or Lupe Valez?

We've sorely missed goals from nowhere this year, so Goldrick shuffling away from a defender then whacking it on the boot from 40 metres out was nice - and a rare example of the wind actually helping us. Alas we ended the quarter pretty much where it started after their lone-hand forward got a second. Given how we've been finishing games I was happy enough holding a two goal advantage, but it still felt like if you gave each team 100 of the same forward entries they'd make more of them. Good thing it doesn't work that way.

Surviving the wind once then falling victim the second time is one of footy's great stitch ups, so when we conceded the first two goals after the break I thought "here we go" and stopped pondering miracle finals runs. For the second time a suspect ruck contest free saved us, this time off the ball to Purcell at the top of the square, giving her teammates the chance to risk reinjury by vigorously patting her around the head. We can't be sure if it was the worst free of the day because they never replayed the first one, but in combination with the Zanker one. I sense fans of the home team may have been a touch frustrated at the umpiring. 

To further annoy the locals, the Purcell free wouldn't have happened without Zanker doing a huge shove of an opponent moments before. Her chance came from a great kick from Paxman, who delivered another lovely pass to Hore that made you realise that even at the tail end of a great career we were hasty in trying to pack away Paxy in the back pocket. I don't know how much life there's left in our season, but if there's anything to be had from it Paxman could be an important contributor.

We went into the last quarter 10 points ahead, and if you believe in the magical power of wind we should have been right. I prefer hard evidence and the combination of our lack of scoring power and flat last quarters had me nervy. The first goal settled some nerves, and in another great moment for umpiring conspiracy theories Campbell's big jump at the ball that made it was probably - to the letter of the law - an unrealistic attempt. After he best ruck game last week, this was probably the first time Campbell looked like making a difference forward, and sure this was a big agricultural but it opened the door for Zanker to kick the SHIT out of a snap and create some breathing space.

The lead was nearly three goals but nowhere near safe in what was mostly an even game, and they had the best forward on the ground in Wardlaw - who regained some more lost dignity from the Grand Final with a third goal. But for the third week in a row we left the door unlocked and the opposition declined to push it open. 

Via some of the most extreme candy selling of all time Hanks extended the margin to 12, before we got the all-important Handy Point courtesy of a defensive meltdown that allowed Paxy to smother, then bounce one towards goal. It went the wrong way but vital time had been wasted and we were safe, not without a couple of moments of concern. I doubt they had enough time for three goals, but one would have made it interesting had they not foolishly played on after a free kick and run straight into a monster Gillard tackle. 

The ball remained up at our end with no time for three goals and for all the abject misery, picking every fit person on the list and activating Rent-A-Player we've won three in a row and even with the handicap of a putrid percentage the season has officially been extended for another week. Which was nice.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal votes
5 - Tyla Hanks
4 - Eliza McNamara
3 - Kate Hore
2 - Olivia Purcell
1 - Paxy Paxman

Apologies to Chaplin, Goldrick, Mithen, Zanker

Leaderboard
If you take the view that we're too far back to make finals there's only 15 votes left, so the dreaded dotted line makes its first appearance. At the top, the captain has opened a nice lead that should see her home from here but stay tuned because you never know what sort of weird and wonderful things will happen. All the minor awards are still up for grabs too, so feel free to embrace the drama. 

19 - Kate Hore
14 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year), Sinead Goldrick, Eliza McNamara
13 - Maeve Chaplin, Tyla Hanks
9 - Sinead Goldrick
8 - Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
5 - Paxy Paxman
4 - Lily Mithen
--- Not without finals ---
3 - Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Alyssa Bannan, Megan Fitzsimon, Georgia Gall (LEADER: Rising Star), Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard, Olivia Purcell
1 - Georgia Campbell, Rhiannon Watt

Goal of the Week
With apologies to Zanker's howitzer snap, I'm going with the Goldrick one. But not enough to topple Hore in Geelong as the clubhouse leader.

Next Week
It's the novel idea of playing one game per round, and that will be at home against fringe top four contenders Richmond on Saturday. They're exactly where I thought we'd be, comfortably making finals but no obvious prospects of doing anything once they get there. It's curtains if we lose this, which we may very well do but I'm more confident than any time in the last few weeks of playing to our full capabilities.

Final thoughts
I - once again - love this stuff.

Smash and Grab

After the 2020 men's season there was a classic piece of footy punditry when Gerard Healy argued for shorter games by saying with an even straighter face than usual that "this means we can have more footy frenzies", as if normal people would be fanging for seven nights a week of footy once they were legally allowed to leave home again. Well, four years later the AFLW said "there's an idea" as a half-baked solution to expanding the season as far as its going in the near future. There are metrics, triggers, etc... that might lead to a proper extension, but they've been set at the equivalent of your annual bonus being tied to generating more turnover than the European Union.  

Look away now if you're ready to punch on with police horses for full-equality, but it doesn't really need to be extended any further in the short term. The idea that you're going to get an average 6000 attendance is Cloud Cuckoo Land insanity, but regardless of crowds there's an argument for playing more games once the competition balances up and sides aren't regularly kicking 0.5.5. Hooray for balance, especially now we've been relegated from elite to working class and I've discovered the joy of integrity and honest-to-god footy socialism. Nobody recorded Trotsky's views on making semi-professional players from razor-thin lists that have been destroyed by injury play twice in four days, but I'm sure he'd rather have pondered that than what really did go through his head.

It won't come as a surprise, but the most offensive part of it for me is the tedious administrative stuff. Because they've been watching the Premier League and think 'weeks' are better than rounds, we've got two matches in 'Week 7'. Which I'll be calling Round 7A and Round 7B thank you very much. I'm sure players and coaches alike couldn't give a continental but I reserve the right to be needlessly offended by anything that stuffs around with historical records. Well done to the club for standing against this nonsense by adopting the A/B system for as long as possible until the AFL bullies them into conforming.

Channel 7 was so confused by the fixturing shenanigans that they tried making us go back to Windy Hill again. Wrong red + black, but would anyone put it beyond them to make us play the same side twice in three weeks before Port Adelaide or Sydney once ever? It sure couldn't go much badly than our last visit.

I came into this game certain that the Crows would make the Windy Hill Massacre look tame in comparison, but against all logic and good sense we didn't kick a goal after the 10 minute mark of the first quarter and still won. It was one of the bravest wins we've ever had, but not sure it counts as a defensive masterclass when the opposition kept flubbing chances in slapstick fashion like the bandits from Home Alone. Options for great upsets are limited when you've been at or near the top of the competition since inception, but one small benefit to moderately dying in the arse (yes, a win last week etc... etc... go with me for narrative purposes) is being able to pull off memorable epic backs-to-the-wall victories like this. 

Purists would have set themselves on fire well before the final siren, and I'm not even going to pretend I'd have enjoyed it a fraction as much if we weren't involved, but if you're heavily invested in anyone wearing a Melbourne jumper winning by any means necessary this was tremendous stuff. Still not sure how it happened, so don't expect any great insight to follow.

It didn't bode well that the first centre bounce saw with an Adelaide player barrelling out of the middle at full speed like the Orient Express. We got away with it due to your friend and mine Gillard, but you were entitled to think it pointed to significant levels of trouble. But if you're going to get beaten at centre clearances, play a game where there's only three goals kicked. Somehow this lightning opening attack almost ended in Bannan kicking the first goal, before another forward entry that Gall should have marked well within range. Melbourne sides that do heaps right but suffer for lack of forwards who can take chances, where have I seen that before? Then Gall went on to play the game of her short career and played a huge part in us winning, so no harm done.

We'd started (relatively) well, but looked like even if everything went right there was no chance of creating clear scoring chances. Enter the umpires, for once there to help by bringing Campbell within range via a 50 metre penalty. She proceeded to kick the cover off the set shot, and based on that alone I suggest she proceeds directly to the Ben Brown Full Forward Academy in the off-season and learns how to become an inside 50 target because I think once ball gets to hand and stays there great vengeance could be unleashed.

Meanwile, a couple of weeks after I was ready to drop her to the practice squad, the Banno Comes Alive tour dropped into South Australia. She got an assist from the defender who unnecessarily clotheslined her while contesting a mark that was always going over their heads, but we were two goals up largely against the run of play. It was hard to see it lasting when we're averaging about 0.4 scoring shots per fourth quarter, but nobody could have known then how many times the Crows would fall flat on their faces when the game was gift-wrapped for the taking.   

Of all the recruits we've plucked from hither and yon to fill premiership-player sized holes, eg-Pivotonian Denby Taylor has been one of the better ones and she did a tremendous tackle in the first quarter when the opponent tried to run through her and was wrapped up in the style of Spiderman firing a high velocity web. Like most everyone else she was running on fumes by the end but this was very good. There was a fair bit of fume when you consider that we had two players who had one kick each, but like taking screamers and turning them straight over, teams who fill their boots with possessions get stuff without conversion.

We got out of jail when the Crows looked like scoring at the end of the first quarter. The first pass came just before the siren, but when it wasn't deemed far enough the wasted time was enough for us to get to the break without conceding a goal. It was a very good quarter but I couldn't help think back to the North game where we made the most of chances in the opening term before being swept off the table when the more-intact side got going. When the second quarter opened with another express fire-escape style exit from the middle I was in full confirmation bias mode, but we survived and were soon up the other end again. Regardless of how this game ended up, it was light years ahead of the Essendon debacle.

By now Adelaide had realised that we weren't going to roll over as easily as expected and the chances were starting to rack up at their end, nearly culminating in a randomly generated free when Chaplin was pinched for holding the jumper of an opponent who was equally clutching to her for dear life. Crows Broadcasting Service representative Abbey Holmes was crestfallen after seeing evidence that it wasn't all one way interference before justice was served when the kick slammed into the post from close range, making a satisfying metallic 'PING!" sound. 

It felt like we were one goal away from declaring night done, but a combination of desperate defence and the Crows dropping easy chest marks kept us ahead. We might have even extended the gap if the level of jumper intereference from the other end was applied to Bannan as she kicked along the ground towards the open square. We finally cracked when a player too far out to score found a teammate standing in her own area code of space inside 50 but they missed again. It's a dangerous game clinging to a lead and hoping for the opposition to keep missing, but we reached the half without conceding a goal. I'm happy to win by being boring, but we were about to see the biggest level of siege mentality since the BigFooty forums circa 2008-2009. 

We were finally breached five minutes into the third quarter, and worryingly it came via Adelaide chipping it around the forward 50 like a training drill. There was a chance to reply via a free kick so contentious that they never bothered showing a replay of it, but Wotherspoon missed the lot and we continued to cling to what seemed the least sustainable margin of all time. My kingdom for a forward line, but Adelaide helped themselves by correctly guessing where all the panicky forward kicks were going. Like the men's forward line at the start of every season, it lacked Kysaiah Pickett-style electricity at ground level/somebody to keep defenders accountable. Unlike the men it didn't matter because the opposition had collectively gone mad.

AFLW is usually short on shouty middle-aged man vibes, but one local did his bit for turning the atmosphere into the testosterone-powered gladiatorial wankfest we know and love (?) by shouting his displeasure at umpiring loudly enough for the whole country to hear. Annoying this person was a great reason for winning, but by now we were lucky to creating inside 50s let alone scores, so no matter how good the efforts were it needed Adelaide doubling down on football Hari Kari to save us.

A very nice Gall mark finally got us out of defence, but the problem was nobody forward of her to impact a contest and next thing Adelaide was carting into an open goal but that missed too and this looked like the reverse of that classic, oft-mentioned 5.05pm GWS game where we dominated but kicked as if heavily sedated.

The longer we clung to this ever-diminishing lead the sadder it was going to be to lose. If we'd held on for three quarters then been out-run in the last you'd have appreciated the effort but gotten over it reasonably quickly, but it is always the hope that kills, so after the Crows had missed all their good chances I was convinced we'd be beaten by an accidental kick over the head, a miracle rolling shot from the boundary, or more likely a howlingly bullshit umpiring decision in the square. But we held on, and were comfortably clear of their goal at the siren.

As a well-known coward I might have settled for a draw when one point ahead with two minutes left. The ball was closer to our end than theirs but we were held together with sticky tape at this point, so any quick exit from a pack was likely to turn into a scoring chance ASAP. Whether the Crows would have taken advantage or not is another matter, and you'd like to think they'd have stuck to the theme and charged into an open goal before kicking OOF at right angles.

Now that you know what happened it's not so bad that Fitzsimon was pinched for deliberate after being shoved over the line via her back. As the Crows chucked everything, including the ball on the ground in one of the greatest missed frees of recent time, Chaplin picked off a kick inside 50 and they had a great shot of her opponent whinging about her taking too long to kick while wearing a thousand-yard "geez we've fucked this up" stare. Even after we dinked a couple of pissy kicks around to run down the clock there was still plenty of time for all-time super-heartbreak loss, but enter the previously butterfingered Georgia Gall to pull down a crucial contested mark in the middle of the ground and ensure that we were only going to be beaten by something remarkable or a self-destruction for the ages. 

Football was in no way the winner and you could hear Jason Bennett almost blow an o-ring trying to save the day with enthusiasm at the final siren, but we survived and in every way other than scoring it was a top quality win. You wouldn't want to try and do it this way every week (right Goody?), but for a one-off shock win against a side that has regularly tormented us over the years it was ace. 

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal votes
5 - Sinead Goldrick
4 - Tyla Hanks
3 - Kate Hore
2 - Georgia Gall
1 - Georgia Campbell

Apologies to Colvin, Gillard, Lampard, McNamara and Taylor

Leaderboard
After the brief highlights of the Defender Era, normal service has resumed at the top. All awards are now active as Gall - qualifying under the famous less than four games at the start of the year rule - is on the board for the Rising Star in a situation I'd never have seen coming a fortnight earlier. Even without finals there are still 20 votes on the table so it remains anybody's game.

16 - Kate Hore
14 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year), Sinead Goldrick
13 - Maeve Chaplin
10 - Eliza McNamara
9 - Sinead Goldrick
8 - Tyla Hanks, Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
4 - Lily Mithen, Paxy Paxman
3 - Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Alyssa Bannan, Megan Fitzsimon, Georgia Gall (LEADER: Rising Star), Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard
1 - Georgia Campbell, Rhiannon Watt

Goal of the Week
Not many to choose from but they all (well, both) counted. Campbell was helped within range by the 50, but her intercontinental ballistic missile kick was very much appreciated and we'd like to see more ASAP. Hore in Geelong still leads overall.

Next Week
If you liked this game the good news is there's another just around the corner. Sequels are never as good as the original so off the short break I suspect we're extremely vulnerable to a back-to-earth plummeting reality check against St Kilda on Sunday. But then again I thought this was going to be a pulverisation and look how it turned out?

For the first time ever the new team has come out before the original report was published and it's not my fault. The headline return is Purcell, apparently fitted with a custom face mask that will bring a Phantom of the Opera vibe to Moorabbin. Zanker is also back, and perhaps Paxman as well so things are looking slightly up compared to the desolate wasteland of two weeks ago. It is, however, the sad end of the Rent-A-Player scheme, as D'Arcy D'eparts with two wins and the default record for most/only games in number 34. Also absent, Gabrielle Colvin in the unique scenario where she was declared Mark of the Week winner for the second last game and ruled out with concussion from the most recent one on the same day.

I refuse to get excited because it's the gateway to disappointment, but imagine the potential for Ms. Bradbury Plan style chaos in the last few weeks if we beat the Saints? Our percentage is comically bad - surely the first team to be 11th of 18 with 60.6% - two points ahead of Geelong while 43% worse off for percentage. I'm not into rorting the draft for men or women so if we recover enough to finish 9th then so be it, but it's nice to be somewhat back in the mix.

Final thoughts
After the reviews are complete nobody will ever watch this game again, but I like to picture Adelaide's coach quietly sobbing in a dimly lit room while seeing highlights of his players torching chances like out-of-control arsonists. This was the sort of favour teams only do for you once in a generation so all hands on deck next time we play them because by christ they'll be bleeding from the ears about losing this. But they did, and we thank them for it.

Gently turning in the right direction

Finally some good news from a week when things went so badly I expected P. Diddy to announce he was a lifelong Dees man. The W can no longer beat the top sides or the middle sides, but we're still marginally ahead of the bottom group. I hoped this was the case, but given that the Giants were half a game and about 50% percentage points better than us nothing was certain.

The ongoing injury drama finally made Rent-A-Player a reality, and it might be a bit cynical but I preferred adding a veteran with nearly 50 games of league experience than force feeding games into another rookie. Not sure if there were many fit rookies left anyway, but we did finally get a look at Delany Madigan after weeks of hanging out in the emergencies. Took a nice intercept mark, kicked it straight to the opposition and was never sighted again, but worth a try given that the other inclusion automatically knew what she was doing.

I did intend to support games at proper venues by attending, before waking up on Thursday morning feeling like my muscles has been replaced by jelly and an elephant was standing on my face. The situation didn't get any better, and I eventually watched this on delay in the middle of the night. There was one great moment of clarity mid-afternoon when I woke up a sweaty mess and thought the final score would be 29-25. Got half of it right, but even in normal circumstances I wouldn't have guessed that GWS was going to get that much when they were sitting on a sad 0.5 in the third quarter.

For once we were on the right side of a team playing well but not taking their opportunities, with GWS doing a lot right in the early stages but failing to convert shots to goals. Cue the big pisstake when we plucked a goal directly from the arse, as Bannan returned to eastern seaboard goalkicking with a cover version of that winning goal against North at the MCG. Maybe she's just got an issue with Casey Fields? That makes two of us. Then Pisano did an only slightly less fun goal and things were looking up for the first time since halfway through the Freo game.

You've got to be careful about celebrating great Melbourne double acts in case they both end up wanting to be traded, but for the first time this year the ultimate W combination of Hore and Hanks both fired at the same time and it was ace. Given that I'm still crocked however many days it is later you'll forgive not going into detail, but there were some centre clearances where Hanks looked like she'd been fired through the contest by a ballistic missile. Without West, Purcell, or midfield Paxman she's had way too much to do this year so it's nice that the Giants gave her space to go through like the Roadrunner.

GWS were better value than the scoreboard indicated, but were heading towards half time goalless and without a score in the second quarter so it seemed like a job very much well done. Then in an obvious Demontime scenario they ended up with a shot after the siren from pretty much straight in front and not particularly far out. I assuned it would go through and refused to participate, but on my second press of the +15 second button saw the last, sad moments of the ball fading away from goal and we had indeed got to the break four goals to nil up. I'd say what could possibly go wrong, but it hadn't been total domination so there was still a window open for them to make it interesting.

It was beginning to look a lot like Christmas when Gall won a free and kicked a delightful set shot 90 seconds into the second half, but in a scenario familiar to fans of the male and female games alike, we missed the opportunity to put them away. Gall is still a long way off but she can certainly belt a set shot, which bodes well for when she gets more experience and learns how to get the ball more often.

Rhi Watt must be the first player to be getting better at nearly 37-years-old, and while she's no Lauren Pearce, the last couple of weeks have been as good a holding of the fort as possible. She also did one of the most pleasantly wacky mid-game interviews during the third quarter, opening with gags about not knowing what day it was and referring to the first Giants goal as "a bugger". These segments are usually death because you can tell the player has no interest but she fully embraced novelty and the coverage was better for it. Speaking of making the telecast look better, note how putting a minuscule crowd opposite the camera makes it look half decent.

GWS barely had the ball inside 50 all quarter before their first goal, and a second followed closely behind. Suddenly we were on the run, albeit starting with the cushion of a five goal lead. At three-quarter time the GWS coach told his players that we were "cooked", and he wasn't far off. After back-to-back scoreless fourth quarters (+ scoreless second and third quarters last week) he wasn't wrong, and we spent this one desperately trying to stop them getting within range. It would have been a massive cockup to lose from 35-5 up, but by the time it got to less than two goals with a couple of minutes left the shambles alarm was ringing. I was half tempted to skip to the end and make sure we'd held on, but persisted at god-knows-what AM and did it the right way. We might have defended our way out of trouble anyway, especially with Chaplin intercepting everything that went near their goal.

Time eventually ran down to the point where it would have taken an all-time shemozzle to beat us, before the result was made safe via a swift handball from Hore, and a neat snap by Fitzsimon. Cue the largest number of first time winners we've ever had in the circle (given that you couldn't have had an in/out circle after R1, 2017 because everyone had just played in their first victory), and a much needed break from the agony of defeat. Does it translate to getting anything out of this season? Probably not, but certainly better than being thrashed by record margins.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal votes
5 - Kate Hore
4 - Tyla Hanks
3 - Maeve Chaplin
2 - Alyssa Bannan
1 - Lily Mithen

Apologies to Fitzsimon, Goldrick, Heath, Lampard and Watt

Leaderboard
14 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year)
13 - Maeve Chaplin, Kate Hore
10 - Eliza McNamara
9 - Sinead Goldrick
8 - Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
4 - Tyla Hanks, Lily Mithen, Paxy Paxman
3 - Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Alyssa Bannan, Megan Fitzsimon, Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard
1 - Rhiannon Watt

Goal of the Week
Back after it would have been sarcastic to hold this segment last week, your winner is Bannan's opener with apologies to Pisano.

Next Week
I'm still expecting to be walloped by Adelaide, but this has given me some hope of keeping it close. Sounds like McNamara is the only senior player expected back, so does that mean we lose our spot in the Rent-A-Player scheme and have to give D'Arcy back to C'Asey? Probably worth somebody fake tripping down the stairs so we can keep her for the experience. Otherwise there's potential debuts for Jemma Rigoni and Saraid Taylor, as we continue the quest to give every fit player on the list a game at some point this year.

Final thoughts
Technically we could still make finals but I'm just happy to see a pulse.

When the wind blows

Usually I don't give a rat's about utopian ideals like the good of the game and non-MFC related fairness, but it's probably fair that our bubble has burst in nuclear fashion after eight seasons at or around the top. As the opposition coach was called Natalie Wood it would be impolite to say we finished this game resembling a body plucked from the ocean, but less than a year after I wondered if we'd be subject to a trustbusting style forcible breakup by the league, trades, natural attrition and injuries have done the job before they got the chance to stuff it up.

You'll remember that I suggested the North game could be the first time were ever kept to zero goals, but after narrowly avoiding it that day I certainly wasn't expecting to go closer against a decent but unspectacular team that started 1-3 and only narrowly better off on percentage than us. But without the injured Mackin and Zanker, the second half malaise of the Freo game continued in spectacular fashion. Enter our all-time lowest score, biggest loss, and an absurd mismatch in a game where we should have been competitive. 

It had to happen eventually, but I'm just worried about how much further we can push these records by the end of the year. Things are going to get very ordinary. The only goal was an arguably lucky snap from a pack, and we never went close to artfully constructing one. The next day Hore and Zanker were in the Grand Final day parade of champions as joint-leading goalkickers last year, and at this rate we'll be lucky if the entire list reaches their combined 2023 totals. Alternatively we'll be lucky to have a list to pick from by the last round.

My 'everything looks better in a stadium' theory went out the window when somebody recently kicked one goal at Princes Park, but Windy Hill fit the requirement for a ground with at least one stand that doesn't resemble a public park. Ok, there was a bit of the boundary line that was straight - despite significant empty space behind it - but otherwise it was an acceptably mid-range venue for AFLW. It still came off a bit weird when the commentators went on for 3.5 quarters about the place being packed to the gills and fans 'nearly' having to be turned away (e.g. they weren't but we're making storylines up for dramatic purposes), then the crowd was just over 3000. Which is a fine number, but the way they were talking I thought it must have been on the verge of outdrawing the men vs GWS.

There's not much that can be said about this game, because even more so than a couple of our other debacles this year it was pretty much all the other side with the ball and our backline trying desperately to hold back an unstoppable tide. You could tell how it was going when Chaplin overran the ball trying to rush it, leaving an opponent to happily pluck it off the deck and kick through an open goal. In a purely sporting and non-suspect way I'm a Chaplin fanatic but this was pure slapstick. By the end she'd tried to hold back enough to be our best player, but between this and a free kick in front of goal the first quarter looked like a Candid Camera-style pisstake.

Predictably, we ended the day in even deeper injury shit than before but it was already so bad that Rent-A-Player finally had to be activated. It's not at the level of having to play randoms yet, and Demonblog's own Delaney Madigan remains the only listed player not to get a start this season, but 2/3 emergencies were from Casey and we were two mystery injuries/chuckings of sickie over a long weekend from playing confirmed randoms. It probably couldn't have made things worse. The next step is to pick some Major League style misfits, straight out of jail if possible, and we can have fun with being shite.

The first quarter wasn't all bad news. Essendon treated us with the sort of contempt we've traditionally dished out on the league's battlers, but amidst the carnage Wotherspoon recaptured the heady joys of pre-season with a first career goal. It was more lucky kick under contact than well-crafted conversion after expert ball-movement but you'll take them from wherever at the moment. Especially when it was our final score for the game. For those playing along at home, that means across the last three quarters were got 0.0.0. May as well have called 000 and tried to get the game shut down because this was indescribably putrid. Suffice to say we're not doing Goal of the Week this time.

The last recycled player on the list to get a game was ex-Port Adelaidian Lily Johnson. She did alright under the circumstances, but our biggest problem at the moment is a lot of players doing alright but barely anyone excelling. The result is carnage, and while I'm perfectly willing to accept a lowly season I'd rather it not involve being teed off on violently for the rest of the year.

Alyssia Pisano's rookie year misery tour continued as her career record hit a truly unprecedented 0-4. She had a lovely run through the middle when the game was lost, but it's a shit time to be trying to playing forward for us. As the commentator trying to put a brave face on this fiasco said, emergency situations like this mean experience for players who might not otherwise get a game, but I'm sure we'd have made room for a top 10 draft pick sooner rather than later - the issue is that we're being forced to give games to players who wouldn't have got near our senior side in any other year.

Because nobody gets out of 2024 unscathed, Eliza McNamara's reward for a best on ground performance last week was a splattered nose. She returned bandaged up like Tutankhamen, unlike Shelley Heath and a shoulder that exploded like an old school stick of dynamite in a tackle. There goes another first choice player who can be relied on to give all trying to keep us from being savagely dismantled. What could possibly go wrong? Especially when the dickheads who run this league have come up with the genius plan of cramming extra games into the season by making teams play twice in a week. Because some flange has watched the Premier League and/or NFL, they're not spreading the games across different rounds they're being referred to as 'weeks'. Not here they won't be, where it'll be Round 7A and Round 7B. We'll be lucky to have seven fit players left by then. As Heath departed lawn bowls continued unscathed in the background and we must have been close to press-ganging some Esme Watson-esque granny to occupy the bench.

We haven't been torn apart by Essendon like this since 146, and the party atmosphere was going so well that one of their goals was followed by a kiss blown over the fence to a heckling fan. No chance for such antics at the other end, where we could've played until Thursday without having a set shot. Nobody was helped by panicky delivery that usually landed with a defender in acres of empty space, but even when there was something resembling a contest we were barely involved. Gall is - to put it nicely - a long-term project, and with no space for Hore or (insert any other name) to run into this was tough to watch. 

I don't understand how we've got two rucks but neither ever seems to end up resting forward. Tayla Harris did more in one Google ad than all of last season but this made you appreciate how she at least got to contests. It was easily Watt's best game for us but she's as likely to contribute to the scoring as me. There's no help coming so we'll have to live with this setup for the rest of the year. If we're going to lose with rotten scores anyway play Gillard forward and see what happens. And speaking of positional switches, this was so broken by the end that the latest flying goalsaving tackle was provided by Bannan. This was something when she still can't kick goals on the eastern seaboard. I'd say send her to West Coast but apparently they're good now so the competition has officially gone bonkers.

Any hope that we'd pull up before stacking into a mountain was lost, and all the depressing milestones were ticked off in the final quarter. I'd threaten to microwave my membership for comedy value (now that we're 1-7 since purchase it should be stripped anyway) but I'm not sure they automatically renewed it. I've got no emails, the mobile app doesn't tell me anything, and I guess the payment wasn't taken out with the men's one (now featuring 15 years of paying for a guaranteed Grand Final ticket that's been used once by some rando). I wouldn't boycott just because it's gone medieval on-field, but also have scant time to follow this stuff up so on the off-chance you're from the club take this as permission to access my personal details and let me know what's going on.

So yes, this was a complete disaster but probably inevitable given the state of the list. Obviously I'm sticking out the season rather than flouncing off because things are getting difficult (having said that - sign up to be the guest reviewer any time you like) but it feels like the rest of the year is going to be a procession of teams paying us back for everything we did to them over the years. At least we've got the memories.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal votes
5 - Maeve Chaplin
4 - Tahlia Gillard
3 - Sinead Goldrick
2 - Megan Fitzsimon
1 - Rhiannon Watt

No need for apologies under the circumstances.

Leaderboard
DefenderMania continues, and in a milestone moment Watt becomes the oldest player to score a vote in Demonblog history. Otherwise it's all a bit shit.

14 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year)
10 - Maeve Chaplin, Eliza McNamara
9 - Sinead Goldrick
8 - Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
4 - Paxy Paxman
3 - Lily Mithen, Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Megan Fitzsimon, Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard
1 - Rhiannon Watt

Next Week
It's Thursday night against GWS in what would have once been a potential massacre but is now reduced to simply a winnable game. Attendance may struggle to reach three figures, but on the occasion of them finally scheduling us to play at Princes Park I'm going to try and get there to support the Say No To Suburban Parks campaign.

Given that Jemma Rigoni was nearly fit enough to play this week I expect they'll go for the good news story and throw her right into the side no matter how underdone. If Guy is the only other person there we can start talking about 1998 when things get too depressing. Enjoy this while you can, because the next game is against Adelaide and after that they'll only be able to identify us via dental records.

Final thoughts
We haven't got around to the W version of Narrm yet, but allow me to get in early and say NAR to this season.

Sad singing and slow walking

If you look beyond the latest round of serious injury drama and an after-the-siren goal that left our season on life support a month in, it's not all bad news. After a fortnight of being gently dispatched by the top sides it turns out that under the right circumstances we can still score enough against the rest to set up a disposable three goal lead. And that's your lot for positivity, because we'll need to climb out of a Grand Canyon-size ditch to escape 2024 with anything other than quality draft picks.

It would be time to play the kids, but we're already doing that. And the veterans. And a few players who might secretly admit they have no place in a national competition. That's the nature of this league (and any team who started after year one will be pointing and laughing), but we were already looking at a mini-rebuild before injuries have dumped 10 tons of concrete on the place. The latest victim was Grace Beasley, who survived years on the college basketball circuit and showed good signs in her first three games being being felled by a knee injury at training. It came at the same time of the week as Lauren Pearce's wrist detonation so refer previous comments about Casey being cursed.

We haven't triggered Rent-A-Player yet, but the football department must be scouring the regulations to see how it works. There's been a shitload of teams added since we did it last so the free agent field would hardly be heaving, but there must be a VFL player somewhere worth looking at. Make it fun (for fans anyway) by selecting somebody who is a completely unpredictable lunatic, regardless of whether they can play footy. Paxy might come back next week, but only to replace the newly-crocked Mackin. In one of the great upsets that's not a huge step up, but still better a five-time All Australian at the tail end of a glorious career than some of the other filler options. 

Over the years there's always been players filling spots, but to deviate from the traditional proverb a lowering tide has dropped all boats and they stand out more. Bring back Round 1 when it looked like we might just pull this off and Kate Hore was heading towards finishing 1st, 2nd and 3rd in the league B&F. Ahh the glory days of late August. Since then we've definitely lost two players for the year, Pearce may be heading the same way, and Purcell is still TBD after her last-minute pre-season injury.

After all this we were three goals in front during the last quarter and on the verge of returning to comfortable mid-table mediocrity. It may be a three team league, but that doesn't mean you can't finish 4th - 8th and still have a ticket in the lottery. It's just harder with a pot luck draw that makes the men's competition look fair and equitable. Who knows what the solution is when nine years on we're still arguing about scheduling games at 5pm Friday, but with much love to the 1000 plus players, coaches, and support people working their arse off for the competition, the organisation is trending Mickey Mouse in a way that might see the next broadcast rights sold to Disney.

I feel bad for the ex-coach of Collingwood who respectfully asked the reasonable question of how teams can still kick zero goals after all these years (which didn't happen once until the fourth season)  and got treated like he'd said it dressed as Harvey Weinstein. Obviously you've got to give it time to develop, but angrily going on about how the University men kicked 0.6.6 in 1913 isn't much help. There's still limited time for two divisions of nine without ruining the space/time continuum, but teams would rather kick one goal or under every week than agree to that. I'm happy to enjoy it for what it is but the AFL should be forced to admit in court that they're just funding it for PR purposes and aren't interested in the day-to-day grind of competition management.

That's your mandatory 'state of the game' discussion for the week, and as there's no chance to hang shit on Casey Fields (leading to counter-propaganda featuring Australia's most likeable people) I suppose it's on with losing in sad and dramatic circumstances. It would be rude to call this a choke, more of a gradual descent into madness. We'd got everything possible out of an understrength travelling team for three and a bit quarters, then just failed to hold on against the wind. Once we get to play a bottom side - and the current 13th, 10th and 17th placed teams are on the way - it will confirm that we're too good for them, not good enough for the premiership contenders, and everything in the middle will be a toss-up. 

We might come back from two games and a shitload of percentage behind to end the year with Ms. Bradbury Plan final round drama. Then we'll get the chance to fall flat on our faces in humiliating fashion against Collingwood's women for once instead of the men. Probably not, but we've had a good run and once players started going down like nine pins the excuse of a transitional season was ready to roll out. Would still have been nice to win here. 

Even if it's almost impossible to think of a spark that could vault us back into flag contention, I'd be happy to hang around the eight like an unflushable nugget. Forget the 10 minutes on the ropes trying to survive, we were one horribly shanked kick from halving the points, and I'd have felt plenty more likely to come out of this season with something if we had. The commentators offered false hope by speculating that she might not make the distance before a flawless set shot went five points beyond what was required. Game over in all senses of the word I fear.

By the end we were a metaphorical petrol light furiously flashing empty, but it was about as good as you'll get until then. We just don't have the players left - our old friend Delaney is still kicking her heels in the emergencies, leaving this week's debutant to be somebody who'd played a bit for Geelong several years ago before they were good. And considering her time away the first Denby ever to play for Melbourne did ok. Most of what used to be our fringe players were fine, but nobody looks like breaking out of the pack so we're relying on individual stars to get us out of jail. The problem is that some of the stars have struggled to get going so far so you can have the chicken vs egg debate on what's to blame. Either way we're in all sorts.

In a hate crime against Melbourne fans, Fox reunited as much of the commentary team as possible from the day King Harley Race went boonta on us. Pav is too famous for 12.05WST starts, but Will Schofield was back to chair the Western Australian Broadcasting Commission. There's no money in shameless secessionist commentary in this league so he wound it back a bit in favour of complaining about umpires then immediately apologising so he doesn't get blackballed by the AFL. With the viewing audience for this he could survived doing George Carlin's 'Seven Words You Can't Say On TV'.

While the call was slightly restrained from the usual local madness, they were desperate to pin the mysterious early demise of a Freo player on a behind-the-play assassination. I stupidly expected they may have evidence of it and started wondering if a player absent with suspension still counted towards our Rent-A-Player quota. The replay came in too late to prove anything, they never bothered rolling it back further to find contact, and it seems the injury came completely at random. Not like Western Australians to fit somebody up for a crime they didn't commit.

Our first goal kicked off some long-term storytelling, as Hore got away with one of the most blatant holding the balls of all time in pretty much the same spot that the game was decided. The piss was further extracted from Freo as she was almost immediately given the free and set shot. At this stage we still didn't know if their injured player had been taken out by cynical violence or not, so it was all looking a bit Conspiracy Corner for the home side. 

From there it all went very well for a while, except for the obligatory injury drama featuring Blaithin Mackin's calf and the premature departure of one of our best ball movers. Still, back in mid-table company our better players looked far more likely to create havoc. Meanwhile in defence your old friend and mine Gillard was stopping everything that came near her. It wasn't perfect, but with the wind we had our most effective attacking quarter of the year. Bannan finally got another goal, and because of the quality finish we won't dwell on the mark coming from a hopeful, aim-free kick that she just happened to be in the right spot for. They all count, and by quarter time you could genuinely have been having fun watching a Melbourne game. That was your first mistake.

Of the handful of players to improve while the season burns down around them, Eliza McNamara was racking up touches left, right and centre. This is good, but it only partially covers teammates going at roughly one disposal a quarter. Freo was in a similar boat so it was a 50/50 game where we were better at converting than any time since monstering the shit teams last year. There was even a goal created by attempted pack marking, which was a step up from a fortnight of whacking the ball straight into the waiting arms of a defender. Georgia Gall didn't do much else, but she helped give us some presence in the air and got her first goal courtesy of the umpire flat-out guessing at a 'mark' which clearly hit the ground.

Who knows if the game would have ended the same way, but we could have done ourselves a favour not giving away a free in the last few seconds before half time. Insert more dramatic foreshadowing as Freo converted after the siren despite somebody in the crowd making weird bird noises. The effects mics were picking up snippets of conversations from the crowd all day and I was listening closely for scandalous gossip. Sadly they were drowned out by the special comments man talking about umpires like idiots then doing politically correct disclaimers about what a hard job they've got.

Regular readers will know that I'm not into simplistic "if they'd kicked goals instead of behinds" analysis, but in a low scoring format converting one of our many chances would have helped. After starting with a nearly unprecedented five goals straight, there were a lot of waste. Twice the player thought they'd kicked it only to be denied by the goal umpire, with no suggestion of busting out that allegedly razzle dazzle digital ball technology. The way this competition is run they probably forgot to plug the system in before the game. It meant no inaugural goal for Wotherspoon - who is now in increasing danger of playing in a wooden spoon - before Hore missed out on her second in similar circumstances. Our failure to land a killer blow left the door open, with a giant flashing sign over it reading *this way for premiership points*.

You can't really argue with the decision that cost the game, because it came after Goldrick was caught in another blatant holding the ball, only to get out of it on a fanciful sling tackle technicality. Then she got a bonus administrative 50 because a player she didn't even know was there approached at the wrong angle, and everything looked like it was heading in the right direction. Alas it was not, but even with the wind against us in the final quarter I had faith that we could do as per the second term and hold them out long enough to defend an 18 point lead. That was my first mistake. Regardless of how we lost, the last minute was trying to hold on grimly for a draw so it's not like we even nearly made it.

At the start of the last term everything was Freo, but they couldn't turn territory domination into scores. Then somebody with one the longest and most complicated double-barrel name outside of a European royal family goalled and it was regrettably on for young and old. The next followed quickly behind and we were wobbling like a poorly constructed office block. The last line of defence was holding up alright, but inability to get the ball over halfway and keep it there didn't bode well. There was a tremendous Chaplin tackle that relieved the pressure for about nine seconds, but we were down to relying on Freo kicking themselves out of it. 

Somewhere in all this Zanker also departed with an injury, because why not, and the chances of us retaining the ball forward of centre were reduced to a statistical anomaly. We did get a centre clearance after they tied the scores, but our one decent aerial contest inside 50 happened two quarters earlier and boing, off went the ball down the other end. 

Here's where the dramatic foreshadowing from our first goal pays off. All they needed was a score to win, and it looked on the way when Colvin flung herself into what deserved to be a match winning (well, more like saving by this point) tackle. Which was good, and better than when the ball returned straight back to the front of their goal, where Kate Hore grabbed it in much the same spot she'd goalled from earlier, and thought "I'll take a few steps then..." before being rudely interrupted by a tackle. She's won us enough games, one unfortunate incident isn't going to ruin the experience.

It was certainly holding the ball, maybe the first they'd got right all day, but while watching this in a room full of people while waiting for my kid's gymnastics lesson to finish I may not have said "oh for fuck's sake" far enough under my breath. By the time you're hoping for somebody to shank a kick just to get out with a draw it's already morally a loss but I was absolutely certain we were beaten. Players have missed everything from better spots than this, but it felt inevitable that she'd score something. And indeed she did, doing it in style and finally delivering us the after the siren misery twice avoided by the same Brisbane player missing. It meant more then because we were neck deep in the finals race, now we're playing to be also rans anyway so it was shit finish and I hated it but probably not any serious long-term harm done. Would be nice to score something in a last quarter though.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal votes
5 - Eliza McNamara
4 - Sinead Goldrick
3 - Maeve Chaplin
2 - Tahlia Gillard
1 - Lily Mithen

Apologies to Colvin and Lampard.

Leaderboard
Last week I initially had Gillard in the votes twice and somebody called "Inead" on the leaderboard so you may choose to treat these numbers with contempt. Otherwise, bet you didn't think this would be the leading pair after four games.

10 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year), Eliza McNamara
8 - Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
6 - Sinead Goldrick
5 - Maeve Chaplin
4 - Paxy Paxman
3 - Lily Mithen, Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard

Next Week
We've been tonked by top sides and narrowly fallen short against fellow mid-tablists, so a game against bog ordinary Essendon will confirm whether there's anything to be salvaged from this season or if it's time to evacuate. A 2.05pm Friday game is extraordinarily inconvenient for me, but it's a step above those of you in states without the worst excuse for a public holiday since Show Day. I'll be watching on severe delay, but if you're watching live or will be attending our long-awaited comeback to Windy Hill and want to join the guest reporter club let me know via the usual channels.

I assume Paxman replaces Mackin, but if Zanker is out then we'll be one step from ringing Casey players to see if they'll be away for the long weekend. Let's stay slightly positive and assume a win, because the alternative is too miserable to consider. It won't take much to make me crack the shits with footy and not watching the Saturday game so this could be the tipping point needed to do something more useful with my time.

Final thoughts
I don't like being ordinary again, kick roughly 10 sides out of the competition.

Powerful sense of dread

If you're reading this I don't need to tell you we've had a run since the start of AFLW best described as 'shit hot'. It took a while to get to finals, a bit longer for a flag, but there's been much more winning than losing. In fact, the only time we've ever been below 50% in a season was after the opening round of 2019, and even then we kicked a score that would have won any other game for the week. 

The draw has done us no favours this season, but we're not far from finding out whether the appropriate 'R' word is 'recovery' or 'rebuild'. Possibly 'rehabilitation', given the length of our injury list. I'm secretly hoping for Rent-A-Player so we can target players for a specific purpose. At this point the qualifications for making our side aren't much more complicated than being born female and breathing. No regrets in mocking the less fortunate when we were on top of the world, in the famous words of Father Fintan Stack, "I had my fun and that's all that matters".

I wouldn't know Delaney Madigan if she robbed me at gunpoint, but you've got to have some sympathy with the only fit player on the list who didn't make the emergencies. Her time will come, probably via process of elimination, but she'll be reevaluating her career choices if stuck behind some of these players for too long. We've always had a few placeholders but it was balanced out by more star power than golden era Hollywood. Now the Foundation Club Rewards Program is shut and I'm just hoping to find out we're still the eighth best team. 

This looked really bad in the early stages, but helpfully somewhere between Channel 7's broadcast and watching on my phone via Kayo, the scoreboard and time remaining weren't displayed. After North kicked the first two goals and looked like putting on 186W this was a good thing, except for not knowing how long there was before it would be over. Then we briefly came back from the dead, and with no help from a forward line that combined for zero goals, it was left to McNamara and Fitzsimon to chip in from the midfield. 

The on-screen graphics returned as we were back on level terms, only for it to all go unrecoverably tits up almost straight after. We got one more goal, they got lots - including a forward kicking more in this game than our entire team has combined across the last fortnight. I think the opposition might have realised how bare the cupboard is and dedicated themselves to making sure Hore doesn't have an impact. 

One of our goals was set up by a Bannan handball, but she was otherwise anonymous again. They tried her further afield, but you could sense the frustration in the coach's delicately chosen words when asked what he'd said to her at quarter time. I can understand them bringing Georgia Gall back due to being the only available forward who hadn't played the opening games, but it seemed a bit hasty to chuck Wotherspoon so quickly. She hasn't kicked a goal in two weeks, but neither have almost all our other permanent forwards so pre-season form had to count for something. Pick them both, we can't be the first, second, or third team finish goalless this year.

Speaking of low scores, maybe I'm only paying attention now because we look less likely to score than ever, but surely the last touch out of bounds rule is more likely to stop scoring than promote it. Maybe when they paid it inside 50 before common sense prevailed, but here's your options when the ball  is rolling towards the boundary line:

a) If you know your side is conceding the free, head directly to where the opposition is about to kick it and create congestion; or
b) Having to balance attack and defence at a throw-in because you don't know which direction the ball is going to go.

I'll have option B thanks, especially when you consider the players around the stoppage are automatically removed from being able to impact any quick kicks forward. Somebody with fancy data can tell me if there's anything to this, but I refuse to believe they wouldn't have introduced it to the men's game if not scared shitless of annoying the commercial station by making it harder to kick goals. More breaking news analysis like that next week, now back to our regularly scheduled programming of Melbourne getting walloped.

I feel bad for Alyssia Pisano, who arrived at a powerhouse club, asked "where did all the premiership players go?", and has suffered the rare misfortune of losing her first two games for us. Against the odds this has happened before, with Aleisha Newman playing our first match, then coming back for the 5pm Friday shambles against GWS where our kicking for goal wouldn't hit the side of Australia's biggest barn. Turned out alright for everyone over the next few years, Newman won Goal of the Year, Melbourne won more often than they lost. And now for what fans of other clubs would no doubt call the much-needed reality check.

The big Pisano Pisstake came when she was jibbed out of a goal in comedy fashion. What was either a long shot or an attempted pass to a teammate running into goal was bouncing directly towards goal before flicking up at the last minute, causing Zanker to try and reel it on on the line but running out of space and rushing it through for a point. The armchair view is that she might have held her ground and tried to shepherd, but as my footy career peaked in a one-off game for a state school that was later shut down for woeful academic performance I'm not going to judge her making the wrong snap decision.

You could imagine scenarios where we came back after quarter time and gradually worked into the game, but through no fault of the players involved they're no longer up the standard of the top sides so it was never going to happen here. Geelong showed that we're competitive against the good sides, but the ship has (temporarily?) sailed on the top four years. In the greatest MFC tradition of treating premiership coaches like war criminals, it feels like they're trying to play the 2021 way with a much-reduced side. I suppose the idea is that you don't change the world on the off chance of sludging wins against the best teams, but the proof will be in how well it goes when we get another look at the lower echelons.

No doubt the effort was there, but we were just blown to bits in the second half. With all else lost there were a couple of minutes of trying to start fights with Libby Birch, who probably said "thanks for that, enjoy mid-table mediocrity". Bit hollow waiting until you're five goals down to air grievances, but as we hadn't gone close to a goal for two quarters it might have been their first chance. 

Last week's Coaches' Votes failed to validate my view that you'd be mad not to recognise Tahlia Gillard, but I'm pleased to say she scored one this time. This really is just like watching the men again, where the defenders work themselves into the ground because the ball doesn't stay at the other end of the ground long enough. But if you thought there wasn't much depth on our men's list, this is shallow enough for ants to wander through. Sure we let somebody kick five goals, but it's only the work of the backline that stopped everyone from North cashing in their golden "kick a bag" ticket. 

Unless you just hate Libby Birch, and it seems some of our players might, the only remotely heartwarming moment of the second half was Grace Beasley plucking a goal out of thin air. She was rightfully excited, even though we were getting poleaxed at the time. Then it was back to North doing as they liked on route to a win where we attacked at the same pace as the 2023 Qualifying Final (albeit with the majority of goals coming at the start this time), and they went several degrees harder. Not our finest hour by any stretch of the imagination, but as we like to say around here they can't always be classics.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal for Player of the Year
5 - Eliza McNamara
4 - Paxy Paxman
3 - Tahlia Gillard
2 - Lily Mithen
1 - Maeve Chaplin

Apologies to Chaplin, Lampard and Mackin.

Leaderboard
8 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year), Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
5 - Eliza McNamara
4 - Paxy Paxman
3 - Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Maeve Chaplin, Sinead Goldrick, Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard, Lily Mithen

Goal of the Week
I'll be unnecessarily sentimental and say Beasley's first goal. Hore vs Geelong still leads.

Next Week
Now that 3/4 of last year's Preliminary Finalists are out of the way - and don't worry, our old friends Adelaide are about three weeks away with baseball bat in hand - it's what would probably shouldn't be referred to as 'nut cutting time' in this competition. First Freo away, where we've won with more experienced, intact sides. This could go either way, and unless Purcell has a miracle recovery then team selection's not going to give you anything to get excited about. The way it's going, and with the overall state of the competition, I'll take a 2-2 record, but if this goes south it may be time to gently draw the curtains and start trying to fake interest in cricket. 

Final thoughts
Can't play *unfurls list of comically bad teams from AFLW history* every week.

Mid-Morning Misery

In the days when a national women's competition was as fanciful as Melbourne winning flags, I thought our regular 1.10pm games weren't early enough. All it took to finally get our AM test case was the AFL losing interest in this competition after a week when the men came back from their break, but as it obviously wasn't done for the right reasons I'll wait for more evidence before bringing down a verdict.

The process of jamming games in anywhere they fit landed us with the ultimate in "you're not really taking this seriously are you?" fixture of recent premiers at 11.05am Saturday morning. I'm not suggesting going head to head with finals, but scheduling a game at this time was severe extraction of piss. There were five games on Sunday but none in prime time, and if the CBA allows it how about an emergency Monday night game. Anything that looks more professional than the spot usually reserved for Auskick games.

Speaking of presenting your product in a way that makes it look credible, the only upside to the (presumed) end of the Fortress Casey era is that people can stop pretending it's good just because we win there. Maybe I'm just anti because Cranbourne is about as far from my house as Shepparton, but just in case Brad Green asserts his newfound Presidential authority by revoking my membership, this is a good time to remind you that the views expressed on this page are not representative of the Melbourne Football Club. My view is that they should clear civilians then attack with helicopters like Apocalypse Now. When one of the benches displayed a petrol can sign I thought it might be the not-so-subtle secret code to do an insurance job.

I agree, burn the place down. pic.twitter.com/aDSKSt3KsX

— Adam 1.0 (@Demonblog) September 7, 2024

The club is desperate to get the name 'Field of Dreams' over, but that's only valid if you're a player, or dream about being trapped in a windy outer suburban park with a Chemist Warehouse truck in the forward pocket. Nobody official will admit these are rotten places to play but well done to the Hawthorn player who went delightfully off-script and basically said "stuff Frankston, giz stadiums". Nobody wants to put money in Carlton's pocket, but the Victorian match of the round should be played at Princes Park. Or Punt Road, or Victoria Park. Anywhere central that has at least one end protected from the wind.

Anti-Casey sentiment is one thing, but I doubt we'd have won this game at any venue in Australia. Regardless of Brisbane stinking it up last week, our depth has gone from 'fish pond' to 'Kalahari Desert' and things are looking a bit dire. On top of everyone who did a runner in the off-season and Purcell's pre-season injury, it's goodbye Tayla Harris for the year with a shoulder injury we knew about, and Lauren Pearce for what sounds like a long time after nuking her wrist at training.

Harris blazed the trail for Harris(on Petty) by playing forward all last year for just three goals, but in this case I'll accept she's more benefit to the structure than any available alternatives. This was best demonstrated by them bringing in Georgia Campbell as a replacement, even though we still had (at the time) Pearce and Watt as rucks. Campbell is the new Spencil, athletic and enthusiastic but miles off the pace. Let's see if the story is followed faithfully and she finally looks like making it just as future multiple-time All-Australian storms past and takes over. 

No matter how long Pearce is out for, that's a massive loss. There are a lot of worse teams than Brisbane to test ourselves against, but despite the good vibes from last week I'm nearly ready to write us off as a serious premiership chance and start thinking about the Ms. Bradbury Plan just to get into the top eight. Going off the injury reports I think we're down to four available players (Gall, Johnson, Madigan and D. Taylor), so when they cut to Zanker on the bench looking wrecked I thought we were on the verge of dialling Rent-A-Player for the first time since the Tex Perkins era.

Team selection chaos opened the door for our top draft pick Alyssia Pisano to debut. Giving top prospects experience and trying a different type of player to our spluttering attack were both good things, but parachuting an emerging forward into this side is like sending yachting's Rising Star nominees to Outer Mongolia. She helped set up and kick the same goal but otherwise it was pretty much just one big development opportunity, because even the regular forwards couldn't get near it. Brisbane made sure Kate Hore couldn't single-handedly rescue the side this time and down we went.

There was much fanfare about Bannan becoming the youngest player to 50 games but this is two games in a row where she's done sod all. Young player, plenty of upside, no other options etc... so happy to play her and hope for the best but since the start of last year her goalkicking is 3, 3, 0, 1, 0, 0, 5, 0, 0, 0, 1, 0, 0, 0 - and the five was against a practically invisible West Coast. She's not alone, our scoring has coming to a screaming halt since the glory days of tonking rotten teams last year. In a situation familiar to fans of the male game, I'll punch on to protect the reputation of the backline but they can only do so much if we're not scoring at the other end.

This was a great day for fans of our defenders, because they spent 95% of the game stopping Brisbane from kicking a massive score. The rest of the side could barely get their hands on it early, while the only similarity to beating Brisbane in a Grand Final was Gillard doing a fantastic, unheralded job of keeping them out. If I wait long enough to publish this the coaches' votes will show whether I'm barking up the wrong tree (if we get any), but her not even getting a mention in our best players on the AFL website is a triumph for judging them on disposal count alone.

The early minutes looked just like last week, grim defensive struggle and complete inability to convincingly move the ball beyond halfway. This time there wasn't even the token presence of Harris, and Hore had an opponent hanging off her all day, leaving us no chance of kicking a goal. Zanker is just kind of there without being particularly dangerous, and with the delivery reduced to panicky quick kicks, Brisbane played in extended training drill mode. 

Our first decent build-up of the quarter fell apart on the last kick, then went the other way for a goal. Double farce rewards points for it coming from a speculative long shot that bounced over everybody's head. This led to the only entertaining bit of the opening half, as my kid walked past and shrieked in delight thinking the Lions had a player called Taylor Swift. I had to make her stay until the post-goal graphic to confirm it was actually Taylor Smith. After that brief outbreak of joy, it was back to watching us trailing around behind the opposition in an ironic flashback to all the times we were the bigger and better team taking advantage of the misfortune of others.

Everything was going against us, including Brisbane players successfully hoodwinking the umpires by signalling their own free kicks like it was the 1870s. One was for a last touch that I'm sure - and god knows no review will be done to check - came off one of their players, but the same people who couldn't spot a holding the ball if their lives depended on it said "well, that's good enough for me". What would we have done with the ball anyway?

Maybe Christian Petracca saw the bit last week where I said he wouldn't get another mention during AFLW season and thought he'd stitch me up by making a cameo appearance. Either that or he and Tayla Harris were holding a 'building your brand' workshop that just happened to coincide with the game. Or they were discussing a class action for Melbourne players who kept going after injury before discovering something was seriously wrong with them.      

Considering Brisbane's early domination, there's some credit in keeping the final margin to 18 points. We've done so well over the years that we've only ever lost four games by more. But keeping that part of the damage down is one thing, there's no point losing by that much after kicking 0.1. When we finished the opening quarter with that much, I was straight to the record books for our all-time lowest score. The 'winner' is 1.2.8 against Adelaide in 2019, and I had no faith in matching it by adding the required 1. to our quarter time score of .2. 

We've previously won four times after scoring nowt in the first term but there was no obvious path to recovery here. Then things got a bit weird, as we held the opposition scoreless but reached half time looking no more likely to win due to only adding a point of our own - and even that was right at the end. Everyone was having a good old fashioned crack but it's probably a good thing that only the most enthusiastic enthusiasts were watching. It was a good defensive effort on our behalf, but ultimately about as useful as keeping one of their players to zero disposals while another was on her way to an all-time record of 43. 

There was a temporary outbreak of fun and frivolity in the third quarter when Pisano kicked her first goal, but otherwise the only thing to look forward to was reaching the final siren without anyone else getting hurt. Cut to Eden Zanker on the bench looking like she'd seriously hurt her arm and I was about to join the other 99.99% of the community and go do something else. Zanker randomly appeared again in the last quarter so I assume all is well, but what's another player who comes back after being hurt before never being seen again? If all goes wrong she could be #3 in the Petracca-Harris vs MFC lawsuit. I'm sure there was a game against Richmond where President Green was carried off on a stretcher before returning to the field but can't find any mention of it in the archives so maybe not. There goes the "yeah, but look at how well I've done?" legal option.

And really, what else is there to say? It's hard to describe a game in any detail when most of it was just the opposition doing what they liked. The effort from our side was there but they were collectively so far behind the Lions that the final margin could be considered some sort of triumph. I'm settling in for a big year of enjoying my favourite defenders keeping us afloat. I'd say more of the good stuff, less of the bad stuff but it might be a case of 'more of the shit teams, less of the good teams'. Here's to our first ever 18 team version of AFLW look at mid-table mediocrity.

2024 Daisy Pearce Medal for Player of the Year
5 - Tahlia Gillard
4 - Blaithin Mackin
3 - Kate Hore
2 - Sarah Lampard
1 - Maeve Chaplin

Apologies to Beasley, Goldrick, Hanks and McNamara

Leaderboard
8 - Kate Hore, Blaithin Mackin
5 - Tahlia Gillard (LEADER: Defender of the Year)
3 - Lauren Pearce (LEADER: Ruck of the Year)
2 - Shelley Heath, Sarah Lampard
1 - Maeve Chaplin, Sinead Goldrick

Goal of the Week
It's Hore by default, but the goal wasn't as good as last week so that one is still in the lead.

Next Week
If you strictly follow Footy Maths, North massacred Brisbane who comfortably beat us, so all signs point to a dead-set tonking. Then again, they just drew with a Geelong side we matched up well against, so god knows what's going to happen. A better guide might be last year's final, where we made kicking goals look like finding the cure for Smallpox. They haven't gotten any worse, while we've been stripped bare from multiple angles. It's back to Casey again, so here's to either a great backs to the wall victory, or the Mt. Variable Weather conditions helpfully completely stuffing North up. On recent evidence this could be the first time we kick zero goals, but I'll be watching through my fingers and hoping for the best.    

Final thoughts
Turns out this league isn't as much fun when you go from bullies to bullied. There's a life lesson for all of us in that.