Tuesday 21 June 2005

Have you noticed?

Read BigFooty recently? You'd better say yes - after all they OWN this page. Noticed anything interesting about it? I have. Suddenly after years of being ignored by pretty much everyone, the Melbourne Football Club has suddenly become the flavor of the month for every 16-year-old, semi-literate, forum trolling, habitual masturbator in the country.

Witness, for instance, the following. Summaries provided to stop you having to read the whole thing,

Clint Bizzell is... (Bizzell is soft. Thank god Geelong ditched him. No mention of whether or not they think Kent Kingsley is actually a footballer)
Brad Miller.. Do you know where the goals are?? (You can't play CHF unless you kick goals. If you take 20 marks and win by 10 goals you are still a dud)
Brad Miller? Grossly overrated... (Same author as the Bizzell thread. Even cops it from his fellow Geelong fans for being a complete plank)
Why Melbourne's performance today mirrors their true selves and why they're nothing (Guess who? Just buy a membership already)
In true Dreamon tradition.Cough,Splutter,Choke,Pop (Somebody else for once. True comedy moments included "Brick" McLean and Colin "Bronzia". Absolutely farcical attempt at humor.)
That is ******** weak Melbourne fans (We have no fans. We're a disgrace etc..)
Melbourne- no chance for the flag at all (From a Collingwood fan. Clearly an expert on the subject)
Yze - flat track bully & cheat (Another Pie rocket scientist. Basic point being that he can't play against any side that isn't rubbish)

Look back far enough and you'll find "Melbourne are finished!", "Neitz is a thug!", "Green is a pansy!", "Sylvia is rubbish!" etc.. "You voted to merge!", "You are going to merge!" It's all there. You can't go more than a page without running into it.

Ladies, and gentlemen. Hail the birth of


They can't stop talking about us. Everything we do is big news to them. Their entire lives revolve around waiting for us to fuck up so they can strike another blow across the internet for whatever pointless cause they're fighting. We know we've got no fans and we know we've spent forty years being mediocre at the best of times. Why bother? You can almost understand some of the Geelong fans having a complex - after all they're one of the few who haven't won anything for as long (or longer) than us - and until a few years ago were as deeply financially ruined as us. But then you realise that most Cats fans are sane and rational people and see that the complex doesn't have any particular team loyalties. It's right across the spectrum of Victorian based teams. What did we do? Where does the complex come from?

Suddenly we're even copping it on our board. As the Eagles fans dropped by to have their say in a respectful manner (and you've got to pay credit to that). Suddenly we were swamped by a pair of Richmond clowns, (Let's call them R1 and R2), another pissweak anti-Yze thread by another Collingwood fan, and from our old nemesis "Linga45" (see half the above posts) probably the worst tactic ever employed in a supposedly "insulting" thread. I give you the poem heard around the world. Type "acrostic" into google - the first result is "Acrostics for Children". Need we say anymore? Well, yes in fact. M apparently stands for "Mass terrible". Top start. Doesn't get much better.

Of course we can hazard a guess as to where this outpouring of emotion comes from. Whenever we win a game you can be sure that there are going to be 13 threads about how great we are, how we're going to win the flag and how N. Daniher should be elected as Pope. And whoever the mysterious Yze_Magic was they've gone down in history for being the most annoying MFC 'supporter' in history. Can't shake the feeling that it was somebody from another club (possibly one of the Complexed masses) doing a gimmick to make us look shambolic. Worked a treat.

So.. I'm calling for a boycott. Let the clowns write whatever they want - just don't reply. In an ideal world a 10 page thread of people hammering us and justifying their sad lives will go unchallenged. You can't argue with a complexed person. Sanity and rational argument don't come into it. One day we'll win a flag (I shake to even think of it) and there will still be hundreds of these trashbags writing threads about how awful we are and how Travis Johnstone should be burnt at the stake. So from now on I'm OUT. I invite you to join in. Your blood pressure will thank me. Read the threads - laugh out loud at the outrageous spelling errors and complete inability to differentiate between 'their', 'they're' and 'there' - just don't feed the trolls. Unless you're feeding them intravenously after smashing their teeth in with a 3 Iron.

Saturday 18 June 2005

Cover My Ass Corner

Did you know? Of Melbourne's four losses this season I've been present for one and a half quarters. Alternatively I've seen us win everything else bar, I think, North in Canberra. Now that's what I call a good luck charm. My only blogworthy moment of the day was desperately trying to find somewhere to watch (or listen to) the last quarter in Port Melbourne, stumbling into Rex Hunt's Ye Olde Fish Shoppe (or whatever it's called) thinking that it's the most obvious place in the world for it - only to find them pumping out shitty Top 40 music at a million decibels. Shattered.

So on that note we're proud to present the inaugural Every Day Is Like Sunday guest report. From Peter of Glutbusters. Read this report first, then read that as well. I heartily concur with his analysis regarding the Perfect Strangers theme song and would recommend that Port Adelaide adopt a version of it immediately.

Erm.. anyway. Here he is,


Let me start off this special guest match report by stating
officially for the record that Chris Heffernan is not a footballer.
Certainly, he does an excellent impression - all neat uniform and
silky skills. However, that key footballing attribute - the ability,
nay, desire, to obtain the football - is absent from Heffernan's
player profile. Sure, if the ball is to come his way, and he is able
to grab it without exerting a great deal of effort, he might just
grab it. He may even pass it on to a team mate. Any more than that,
I'm afraid, is dreaming.

Memo Neale: Steven Armstrong, Daniel Ward, Daniel Bell. Think about
it. God, even consider Luke Williams. At least he wants it occasionally.

So. To the G. Things were looking bad when our banner ripped, in the
words of Gerard Whately, like one of Hulk Hogan's T-shirts. Think
back to the '87 elimination final against North. Their banner did the
same thing. Result: Dees by 20 goals. We had been forewarned.

But, you know what, it didn't look all that bad from the start. It
was a bit ominous early, with Matera snagging one and Judd looking
generally destructive. But Brucey sooned quietened him down and we
got a bit of a run on - 4 on the trot in fact. Even big Ben Holland
(all's forgiven, Ben, I didn't mean a word) drilling a monster from
55. Davey had it on a string. Damn, we were looking good. But then...
Matera. Bobbed up for another 3. Whelan as loose as granny's
underpants. Dees go into quarter time 9 points down.

And to be honest, it didn't get much better. Travis racked up
possession after possession, but damaging? No. Coughing it up twice
going into half-forward? Yep. Dees slow, behind, missing targets by
hand and by foot. White getting towelled by Cox. No targets up
forward. Yze, shame shame shame, hanging back for easy kicks. Not
chasing, not contesting, and worst of all, missing two MASSIVE set
shots from the pockets in the third. If there wasn't that consecutive
games record that we're hanging onto BY RIGHTS (Jim Stynes, I will
always love you, you big lug), I'd suggest a run in the twos. Harsh?

The last saw me faced with that most hideous of choices: with a
comeback on the cards, did I emotionally invest? Could I bear not
only an afternoon's worth of sub-standard midfield work, but to have
my heart broken as our run home was snuffed out as well? Could I do
it? Could I fuck. Brucey had a million touches, Trav hitting tit
again. Wheels in the forward line and doing alright. Robbo putting
everything on the line and being the key forward target that Ben
Holland, bless his heart, just wasn't up to. Judd who?

Ah, fuck it. Robbo hit the post. Daniel Kerr got a million clearances
and we were gone. Five day break, my arse. We missed targets and we
missed them all day. No excuses.

The worst thing? Not only do we get done but we have to listen to
that FUCKING TERRIBLE SONG. I'd rather be beaten by Richmond. At
least you get the "yellow and black!".

The Demonblog / Glutbusters votes:

5. Travis Johnstone - again.
4. Russell Robertson - is there a limit to this man's workrate? No.
3. Brad Green - worked his arse off and got nothing for it.
2. Aaron Davey - 4 goals. Did his job.
1. Paul Wheatley - pretty much shut Matera down after quarter time
and got a few kicks himself.

Honourable mentions: Ben Holland - good bustling, Nathan Brown - ran
hard, Cameron Bruce - but one great quarter is not enough, Brad
Miller - presented as always, Colin Sylvia - showed a bit of toe -
he'll be a superstar, and then go to Adelaide (no, Scott, the wounds
have not yet healed).

Cheers Peter. Even if the Luke Williams comment caused me anguish. The Player of the Year leaderboard - now complete with new leader - looks like this,

22 - Travis Johnstone
17 - Cameron Bruce
15 - Brad Green
12 - Russell Robertson
11 - Adem Yze
9 - Brock McLean
6 - Ryan Ferguson, Clint Bizzell
5 - Brent Moloney, Jared Rivers, Aaron Davey
4 - Alistair Nicholson
3 - James McDonald, Brad Miller, Nathan Brown
2 - Paul Wheatley
1 - Russell Robertson, Colin Sylvia, Matthew Whelan

Next Week: Nothing at all. Let's all go and watch Sandringham or Prahran in the Amateurs or something. The week after, however, TSP is on tour in Brisbane. Full preview, action, reaction and court summary after that game.

Friday 17 June 2005

Half Assed Match Preview Corner

So then.. Tomorrow, 2.10pm @ the MCG. Melbourne vs West Coast. Grand Final preview or the future winners of the 2005 "Fall In A Heap" award? I wouldn't dismiss the second one completely, we are the defending holders after all.

Our only change is Neitz out (*sob*) and Heffernan in (!+#@$?!?!?!!!) with Holland at FF. Should have started Sylvia @ FF for comedy value. Lovely to see Steve Armstrong getting shafted again despite being amongst the best for Sandringham last week. They couldn't do any more to make him the new Chris Lamb if they gave him #29* and a C. Lamb mask to wear in the 2nds. Presumably he'll be featuring in our latest player exchange deal with the Fremantle Dockers at the end of the season. I suggest we flog the trio of Armstrong, Williams and Rigoni for Haselby and Pavlich.

(* How quickly we forget. I had to look that number up)

In a rare upset I've tipped us to win, but that could be due to the fact that my tipping this year is going downhill faster than the Michael Jackson prosecution case and I need to regain ground rapidly. Personally I think we're every possible chance of doing over the Eagles given their decidedly average form on the G this year. If you're one of these people who subscribe to the "well if A beat B and we beat A then we should beat B" then you'll be studying the margins in the Eagles/Collingwood and Melbourne/Collingwood games closely and letting me know the winner and exact margin so I can punt on it at the TAB. If you go back far enough using that theory you'll probably find out that we'd lose to University, Fitzroy and the Brisbane Bears if they came back today.

Remember to celebrate some of the great moments in WC/MFC games over the years. Chris Lewis eating Todd Viney's finger, Allen Jakovich (god) pashing his brother in the middle of the field and when we beat them in '98 coming off two huge losses with a team featuring Mark Bradly and a Cockatoo-Collins brother.

The Demonblog computers are estimating a crowd of 29856. Consisting of the following groups,

* The core 13000 Melbourne fans who are there every time no matter how shit we are.
* 8000 bandwagon MFC fans who have heard we're winning, want to get a slice of it and will walk out in disgust if we lose calling for Daniher's head and claiming they'll rip their memberships up despite the fact they never had one in the first place.
* 4100 Melbourne based West Coast fans
* 1600 Travelling West Coast fans
* 1600 fans of other clubs who had nothing better to do or just hate us with a passion.
* 1100 West Coast bandwagon fans
* 355 people who were dragged along by a partner who supports one of the two teams despite their protests that they don't actually care about football. These people will sit there for four quarters asking "why is everybody getting so excited? It's only a game".
* 250 of those sick people who claim that they don't follow anyone and are just there to "support the game" and watch a "great match of footy"
* 86 little league kiddies and their families. None of whom will actually support the two teams playing.
* 25 pissheads who think Collingwood are playing and wait the entire four quarters for the "reserves" game to finish before they realise they're in the wrong stadium, in the wrong state, in the wrong week.

Prediction: Melbourne by 11. Me to kick a work computer screen to pieces during the tense fourth quarter.

Yet again I won't be in attendance due to work. Feel free to offer me a 9-5 Monday to Friday job in the comments box. Must pay a shitload, guarantee me Queens Birthday off and start by tomorrow.

For a legitimate preview the AFL have you covered, click here.

And for anyone who's into history here's last year's report,

Eagles fans love big Cox
May 9th, 2004

Indeed they might but the world’s most obvious headline - and almost certainly the mark of the year - was all West Coast took home from today’s game at the MCG.

While the hideous bitch goddess that is lady luck conspired to have me working while Carlton were routed last week I was in attendance today and considering I’d been interned at work during the last two home wins threats were made that if we lost today I would be banned for the rest of the season. Luckily that was not the case as the opposition were vanquished by 49 points and the MFC winning streak “Give us a Premiership you bastards so Adam can die already�? World Tour rolled on.

The most exciting development of the day for me - result aside - was the fact that the Ponsford Stand scoreboard has finally been turned on, seven weeks into the season. It gives those of us who aren’t AFL or MCC members the chance to actually see the massive amounts of shit that is being broadcast on the screens at the MCG now. That Vodafone “Fan Cam�? shit is far more insidious than that it sounded all this time as it effectively takes away a fifth of the big screen view of the game for the entire second half and replaces it with a pissy little picture of a single player standing around for an entire quarter. And the worst thing? It actually involves people wasting money SMS’ing to say which player they want to see stand around and do nothing. Suffice to say anyone who does spend their money on this needs to be taken outside and shot.

The most distressing element of West Coast’s visit to the MCG - aside from their theme song that features a barely audible female backing track that sounds as if she was being interfered with in the studio at the time - was the colossal stack in their cheersquad by the Hungry Jacks marketing team. Not only were the ‘motivational’ banners provided by the Jack but there were also idiots actually waving Hungry Jacks flags. Not West Coast flags with the Hungry Jacks logo on it but ones with nothing BUT the logo on it. I hope their own the payroll or these people should be added to the firing squad line outside the ground.

It was also interesting to note on my way around to the Southern Stand before the game that thanks to the death of the Olympic Stand you could effectively stand in the carpark and watch the entire game through the fence with the aid of the newly turned on scoreboard. Given the amount of scabs who were content to save their $20 by watching one third of the ground from the footbridge last season it’s fair to assume that more than one cheap bastard was looking on from the car park today. I don’t want to run out of bullets or anything but these people should probably be considered for execution as well.

Another massive development has been the changing face of the kids and assorted bogans 100m sprint onto the ground at the end of the game. Once upon a time it was a free-for-all where you could do whatever you like. Then a few seasons back they banned people from running into the centre square - obviously wary of a Colonial Stadium style turf debacle - followed last year by a ban on jumping the fence and it’s zany hi-tech scrolling advertisements. This year, though, it’s gone even more technological and the tagline to the whole “stay off our ground until the second siren or we’ll kill you�? concept is now that the entire thing is “subject to weather conditions�?. Amazing.

So now Melbourne go to Geelong next Sunday with both teams in good form and a 1988-present hillbilly town slump hanging over our heads. Will the hoodoo be snapped? Will Adam be snapped out? At what point will the words “but you live in Geelong�? be used? Stay tuned to find out.

Obviously we lost the Geelong game, but more about that later in the year.

Wednesday 15 June 2005

Great Moments in the Internet

Hello to the person who googled for Ben Holland and ended up clicking this,

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Suddenly I feel significant. A little bit anyway.

Why would anyone google for Ben Holland anyway? Probably wondering if he'll play FF this week when Neitz is out.

You're All Winners

Provisionally anyway... Pending a pen/paper contract signing interface,

MELBOURNE captain David Neitz and star forward Adem Yze appear certain to finish their careers with the Demons after they agreed, in principle, to take a pay cut to stay.

Neitz, who had surgery yesterday on a depressed fracture of his cheekbone, will shortly re-sign for two years, while the in-form Yze is close to agreeing to a three-year deal.

In addition, the new management of last year's All-Australian ruckman Jeff White has started contract negotiations with Melbourne.

All three Melbourne best-and-fairest winners are out of contract at the end of the season.

Demons list manager Craig Cameron said yesterday all three had indicated they were prepared to stay at the club, which is rebuilding well off the field in its second year of receiving special financial assistance from the AFL.

The willingness of the players to stay together for less reward is being viewed by the Demons as a sign of solidarity on the eve of one of their most important games of the season, against leaders West Coast at the MCG on Saturday.

No Steven Powell "run for the bank whilst clutching a giant cheque" moments this season then.

Tuesday 14 June 2005

Post match reaction

Further discussion of yesterday's events,

My train into the city yesterday was an extra "footy" train. My carriage was packed full of people in black and white, or red and blue, jumpers, scarfs, beanies and the like. There is a good atmosphere on trains like that. I generally really like it. Except yesterday there was a man- clearly with a mental disability- walking up and down the carriage asking people "Collingwood? You go for Collingwood?" really loudly right in their faces. And, if anyone said no, he SPAT on them. Right in their face. Isn't that gross. These poor girls wearing melbourne jumpers had no hope. Thank god I'd worked out the scam by the time he got to me, and I was spared his saliva.

Now, the question I ask is why exactly he was allowed to pull this stunt a second time? Mental illness my arse, you cross the line when you start gobbing in people's faces. Entire train should have united and kicked his arse.

Monday 13 June 2005

Take That To The Bank

Everyone knows I don't subscribe to the "Big Book of Footy Stereotypes". We've got a fat enough percentage of dubious supporters and red hot lunatics to match anyone in the competition so it's a bit rich to be hanging it on other clubs just because the bottom 5% of their support base are lower on the evolutionary chain than amoeba. And god knows we're the last people who should be lining up other clubs for the failings of the supporter base - because unless you're talking about Footscray, North or Sydney at least they've got one. Even if they are [stereotype]filthy bogans from the tip[/stereotype] at the low end of the socio economic scale.

But sometimes you just can't help it and on my way to the game I saw the biggest Collingwood stereotypes known to man. It was hard to keep a straight face seeing two trashbags head to toe in black and white with a plastic bag full of Bundy and Cokes which they then proceeded to crack open upon entering the tram. The 'lady' (who we'll call Shaz) was whinging about something or other and her 'gentleman' friend (Erm.. Baz?) was intently studying the map trying to work out how to get to the ground. I'm standing there dreading them asking me and beating me to a bloodied pulp no matter what answer I give them when the tram lurches and Baz is almost sent flying. Luckily he managed to retain a hold on the can or wild scenes may have eventuated live on Collins Street.

Sadly I lost the Shaz + Baz show at some point near Exhibition Street. Would have loved to have seen them lose the plot at each other in the Treasury Gardens and punch on with each other as Shaz screams words to the effect of "I'M PROTECTING MY BABY!" at the top of her voice.

So at this point I was officially finished at trying to predict what the day would be like. For all my speeches, Big Footy posts and theses on the subject I was confronted with the fact that our club was dumping snow outside the ground in order to score a fat payout from Falls Creek and the likes of Baz + Shaz would ride us about it for the full quarters with no sense of irony for the fact that while they're consulting the "Big Book" (which I will one day write - with lovely illustrations) they're the living embodiment of everything Collingwood were supposed to be just a few pages earlier.

For the second consecutive year I shelled out for a reserve seat ticket "just in case" and didn't even use it. Last year I went in on my membership and this time I made use of the ticket but pulled the pin on sitting in my assigned seat when I realised I'd be in the open at the bottom of the Southern surrounded by dickheads who I couldn't get away from. So instead I parked myself behind the pissweak excuse for a Magpie Grog Squad (cue: "how can you tell the difference between them and the other fans?" x50) with a minor faction of unaligned Melbourne fans and prepared to die a heroic death at centre-half-forward.

We were certainly outnumbered. There's no doubt about that. I'm legitimately impressed that the Pies have managed to keep such a fat fanbase over the last couple of years despite having fallen apart faster than Lee Walker's knee on the field. I'm still not entirely sure why so many people jump on their bandwagon but they do a good job of keeping them. The odd Melbourne fan was dotted here and there but as the game started and the second rate attempts at alcohol induced abuse ("Robertson! You're a .... spastic! HAHAHAH!") began it was obvious we'd landed in cockhead central. If I ever achieve my dream of forming a similar, but better, Melbourne faction I'll be banning anyone for farcical attempts at abuse that don't actually make any sense.

The first quarter wasn't too painful. When I looked up as the sides went into position and saw Nicholson vs Tarrant I became slightly concerned that Nicho would suffer against his quicker opponent. Thankfully a combination of fine defending, perfectly executed double teaming, shithouse delivery and the fact that Tarrant is completely shit all contributed to shut him out of the game. The thing that did tear at the soul was our rotten kicking for goal. At one point we were 0.5 and the local "wags" (that's a polite term for "absolute morons") were mocking wildly. Why I'm not entirely sure. It's not as if the Pies are known across the world for their startlingly accurate kicking. Why I even remember The Rich Man's Russell Robertson (C. Tarrant) botching a kick to the final seconds of a game to cost them the points just a couple of months ago. Double standards? From football fans? NEVER. We should all be shot.

It was the second when things started to get ugly. Thankfully the Pies were completely incompetant in their efforts to put the game away - with Shane Woewodin showing us exactly why we gave him the sack everytime he touched the ball - even as we we fumbled, bumbled and continually left players roaming free down the wings. They failed to punish us appropriately for a 1.5 quarter and we went to the main break just nine points down. Things didn't look promising - usually we kick fifteen goals in the first half and four in the second, and today we were sitting on 4.11 at the break. Clearly we weren't going to do squat with anything less than 12 or 13 goals, and despite their heroics early on I wasn't exactly thrilled about the prospect of our backline having to get us out of jail for another half.

Meanwhile, did anyone else notice how many times our players took marks running away from the ball at the opposition today? Rivers and Miller did it at least once each, and there were a couple in front of the Ponsford that I couldn't make out due to the restricted viewing of the bogan section. I'm ultra impressed with that - loving the fact that we've finally got a team that have the balls to put themselves on the line and get smashed for the glory of the side.

Now, if you haven't seen the game and are looking for a good place to start then the third quarter is where you want to be. No idea what Daniher said to them at half time but it worked. From nine points down we were suddenly running riot right across the ground and the balance of power tipped sharply in our favor. The Grog Squad lost the plot at this point and turned to the old favourite "Go back to the snow!" defence. As has been the tradition this season I asked the nearest yobbo for explanation. It was quite a civilised and intellectual discussion, given that he'd been chugging Bourbon and Cokes at a rapid rate throughout the afternoon, as we debated the pros and cons of stereotypes. I had to admit he had a point when he pointed out that our club had dumped snow all over the place, but he was forced to concede that the Pies had an equally sizeable reputation for being home to the biggest freaks in the world of football. As the great debate came to an end Yze kicked another and I copped a patronising "oh good you scored one". Prophetic words indeed as the avalanche began from there. He snagged four for the quarter and more of our fans began flooding into the area - obviously expecting rich pickings and a potential brawl at full time. The only negative to come out of it was David Neitz busting his cheekbone as he delivered a big bump. Six goals to two had given us a sixteen point lead, and the seemingly frame-by-frame accurate recreation of last year's game was progressing nicely except it was us who took the lead into the last quarter. Would we do a Pies '04 and fold like a house of cards in the 4th and get done over? Would we fuck. Do you think I'd have written this much if we lost? Not a chance. You would have gotten four paragraphs, some bitter votes and a nervous breakdown.

No, the last quarter was one of the more satisfying I've ever seen. As the Pies pulled the pin and let us run right over the top the bogans kept hammering the snow angle. As I said during the 3rd quarter debate, I'll accept the legitimate taunts that we've a) got no fans or b) have won nothing for 41 years, during which time we've been mediocre for ten years, good for five and complete rubbish for the other 26 but I just can't take the snow angle seriously. I considered ripping a "WE ONLY SING WHEN WE'RE SKIING" chant as the goal avalanche began but didn't anticipate any backup so I cowardly pulled out. Might have gone down nicely - or led to me being bashed by both sets of supporters.

The fourth term was all about impressive goals and taking the piss. Robbo ripped one from the boundary right in front of us and went wild, Travis Johnstone walked a few metres further inboard before letting it go and Brock McLean, following a decidedly average day, pulled off the unlikely manouevre of picking the ball up, spinning around backwards and then drilling a goal from 45m out hard on the boundary. Wild scenes ensued amongst the minority in the bogan section. I even ended up in a comedy argument with another Melbourne fan.

"Hey, he wasn't a bad player in his day"
"Exactly. But we picked the exact moment his day ended and pissed him off"
"[silence]" - but one of the great silences when people hold their tongue to avoid saying what they really think.

Almost went on the same "greatest silences" album as,

"What does that make Prestagiacomo then dickhead?"
"Go back to the snow!"
"[silence]" - this time from me, in shock and amazement that the line can be used in any situation and still not have the desired effect of cutting us down at the knees.

As the goals flew in throughout the last it was like "meet your fellow supporter" afternoon as high fives were exchanged all around with people I'd never seen in my life. At this point I considered attempting to recruit for my faction but thought better of it. The moment was too lovely to spoil with politics. I can't even remember which point of the quarter it happened at but my favourite moment of the entire afternoon was the one-on-one in the goalsquare when Robbo politely picked his opponent up (how the hell should I know who it is. They didn't hire me for this job because of my knowledge of other teams) and politely placed him to one side before taking the mark. Kick + goal followed along with exciteable scenes. Just before the final siren I scored the big wrestling style respect angle and handshake from my debating opponent. Almost a touching scene, but unfortunately he ruined it by mumbling something about the St. Kilda cheersquad that I probably would have agreed with it if I'd been able to understand it.

I was worried that I might have been out UBP'ed by some of our fans who had shown up as the quarter rolled on but luckily I managed to rip out one of the great performances of this, or any other, season to salvage something. All I remember is being on my knees yelling at the roof at one point, twice turning around and banging on the Steven Kernahan portrait behind me when my voice failed and making offensive and indecent gestures at more than one Pies fan as they walked out. Celebrity Collingwood supporter Amul, who had stopped to visit on his way out of the ground, suggested that they should ditch the real song and instead have a recording of me screaming like a lunatic. I concur wholeheartedly. It was quite the modern art street theatre performance. My gimmick is all about being relatively quiet for four quarters and then unleashing all your emotion and frustration in a giant torrent of screaming singing that makes everyone around you wonder what exact drugs you're on and why haven't they been made illegal yet. I screamed so loudly this time that I felt like my vocal cords were about to start haemorraghing down my throat. I've only just regained the ability to speak again now.

Final note from the game. Who the fuck thought of bringing back Vodafone Fan Cam? Or have I just missed it all season thanks to a newly developed "bullshit blocker" in my brain

Demonblog.com Player of the Year Votes

5 - Travis Johnstone
4 - Adem Yze
3 - Alistair Nicholson
2 - Clint Bizzell
1 - Matthew Whelan

Apologies to Miller (love his work but must learn to pick better options when he gets it and not just play on for the sake of it), Rivers (welcome back - never go away again), James McDonald (never gets any credit) and M. Malthouse for letting Yze run riot. Further pluses to the guy on Wellington Parade pissing blood out of his head - no idea who he followed or how he'd copped it but it was impressive nonetheless. Then there was Paul Johnson who was nowhere near a vote but continues to stake his claim as the official J. White ruck backup.

Negative votes to anyone who screams BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALL when the player has had it for one second or is actually nowhere near the ball at the time. A similar minus for the guy pulled the suicidal reverse in the carpark, almost killing about twenty people walking past and then was unable to actually go anywhere due to the crowd blocking the road. And for the first time negative votes to myself for the following exchange of views with a kid in the streets of East Melbourne after the game,

Kid (to a car full of Melbourne fans): "HOPE YOU CRASH!"
Shameful adult: "HOPE YOU'RE BORN WITH A BIRTH DEFECT. Sorry.. too late"

Even I felt ashamed of myself for a few minutes.

Player of the Year Leaderboard

17 - Cameron Bruce, Travis Johnstone
12 - Brad Green
11 - Adem Yze
9 - Brock McLean
8 - Russell Robertson
6 - Ryan Ferguson, Clint Bizzell
5 - Brent Moloney, Jared Rivers
4 - Alistair Nicholson
3 - Aaron Davey, James McDonald, Brad Miller, Nathan Brown
1 - Russell Robertson, Colin Sylvia, Paul Wheatley, Matthew Whelan

Dear Eddie,

Enjoy your Queens Birthday Honors. We'll have the four points instead.


Melbourne Football Club (+ supporters)

Next week: West Coast @ the MCG. Grand Final preview or chance to talk about how the Eagles fans love Big Cox again? Bit of both I'd think. Sadly I won't be there. Write in if you're prepared to pay me the equivalent of a day's work and we'll talk. Otherwise it's mobile phone updates, tension and a final suicidal plunge into the waters of Port Melbourne from the bow of the Spirit of Tasmania. Sing the song like a mental patient for me.

Friday 10 June 2005

And screw you too..

Some of us have spent years fighting against the stereotype of Melbourne fans as snow going yuppies. Some of us have just been backstabbed by own own club,

Round 12 – Melbourne v Collingwood
Snowman Making Competition
Proudly supported by Falls Creek and Bilia Volvo

To promote the opening of the ski season, Falls Creek will be dumping snow outside Gate 6 prior to the game against Collingwood on Monday. All MELBOURNEfc junior members are encouraged to join in the “Snowman Making�? competition. The competition will run between 12pm and 2pm with plenty of giveaways. Just show your junior membership card to enter the competition.

Couldn't we have a giant Subway sandwich making competition instead? I expect 72 threads on Big Footy with people making "amusing" comments about this shambolic promotion. I'm so disappointed.

Queen's Birthday Redux

How I spent Queen's Birthday 2004,

There are many different ways to win a football match. To list them all would take two hours, so we’ll do it another day, but I can safely say that today’s match comes under the heading of “Dramatic comeback victory. Undeserved�?

And I’m sad to announce that the idiots at the MCC have come up with a sponsor driven technical ‘innovation’ even more offensive and annoying than Vodafone and their bloody fan cam. Following on from the television concept of telling us in a small box on the screen what the probability of players kicking a goal from their set shots and thanks to the dollars of St George bank they’ve gone mad and introduced the same thing which takes up the entire scoreboard and seemingly uses a random number generator to decide the probability. Absolutely bloody stupid idea. You’re having a shot for goal and trying to concentrate and there’s a big bloody thing on the scoreboard telling you that you’re a 75% chance to drill it. I’d like to suggest that they hand St George back their money and wipe this ‘amazing’ new concept - so ‘amazing’ that it didn’t even work when they tried to show it before the game - from history immediately.

The game itself? The first 20 minutes of the first quarter were interesting as ther Pies ran around like your proverbial headless chicken and we threw everything at them but failed to capitalise and put them away early. The result of this was that by quarter time they were within two goals and by halfway through the second they were in front. Then it started to get ugly as the rain pissed down in a way that reminded us all of Waverley Park and why Telstra Dome is a massive corporate fraud. And with the good weather left us so did Melbourne who took the spirit of grassroots football week to heart and played like the Diamond Valley Under 9’s composite side. Those of us who refused to look at a long range weather forecast and showed up in short sleeve editions of the club jumper understood why you’d play shit in that sort of weather but refused to accept it nonetheless.

When Leon ‘useless’ Davis goaled to send them 30 points in front early in the third quarter I’d had enough and went to the TAB instead where they were rude enough to have the bloody game on televisions there as well. When Neitz decided to slap a headlock on one of their players and gave away a pointless free-kick I chucked one of the epic tantrums of all time in front of the tab televisions, belted one of the tables and walked away. One of my fellow Melbourne fans came after me to say that we’d kicked a goal (Davey I think) but I was too busy cracking the shits about the free kick to really notice. I wandered back to the televisions a few later to see what had happened and there were four cops standing there. I am so claiming responsibility for that. It was THAT loud a spray - and one the likes of which I hadn’t delivered since we played Richmond under lights last season.

I returned reluctantly for the last quarter with the margin randomly cut to 16. The Collingwood fans were declaring it all over and that we’d piss it in but I, naturally, wasn’t confident.

Thankfully the Collingwood fans were right and we fell over the line by nine points. I’d like to retract 50% of the abuse I handed out to Matthew Whelan and David Neitz during the game and 25% of the Chris Heffernan angst as they all decided to show up and play in the last quarter.

It was one of those days where nobody could have disagreed too stridently if Andrew “Knob�? Demetriou had pranced out onto the ground and declared that both teams were too shit to win and declared it a draw. Same thing goes for the Brownlow votes - I expect it to be 3, 2 and 1 votes to absolutely nobody. Possibly to the goal umpires who fell over, or were run into players at least twice during the game and had to ask somebody else what had happened.

And Brodie Holland is a prime contender for ‘worst haircut in the AFL’. For those of you who haven’t had the pleasure it’s some bizarre cross between a mullet and a skinhead.

They’re nowhere near the standard required to win one but I’ve started thinking about Grand Finals after this game. More importantly how I’m going to murder the entire AFL commission if we make it and I can’t get a ticket because they’ve given 50000 of them to dirty corporate scum who show up for one game a year or scalp their ticket for $700. I shall reread American Psycho for inspiration but you can be assured that it will involve a chainsaw and a coat hanger.

As for next week I’m not confident. Essendon might have been destroyed by Brisbane in the second half on Saturday night, but as we all found out in the most offensive possible way two weeks ago Melbourne is no Brisbane. If we’re lucky Dustin Fletcher will get suspended and even though in any other week I’d annoint Damien Peverill as my new favourite player for putting that fat arse doctor on the turf the other night I must insist that he’s made an example of and suspended for one week.

If it's that tense this Monday I'll have a five alarm heart attack.

Tuesday 7 June 2005

PLF on Tour 2005 (Pt. 2)

It's almost confirmed that Every Day Is Like Sunday will be on the ground in Brisbane in a couple of weeks for our clash with the suddenly useless Lions. The only thing pending is getting a ticket, which shouldn't be too hard given the rapid rate at which the people of the Sunshine State are jumping off the bandwagon as their team slides down the ladder.

Everyone else has beaten them there this year so I'll be gutted if we get done over, especially given the amount it's costing me to go there at such short notice. At least this year I'm having my holiday first, and not after so if we lose it won't ruin my entire week there.

Coming closer to the game - a retro repost of my adventures post match last season. Thankfully a night game this time won't lead to me suffering the same fate.

Sadly we won't be in uniform as fears and concerns over international terrorism mean carrying a balaclava, no matter how well concealed, onto a domestic flight is likely to see you end up in Guantanomo Bay. Disappointing. Even more so given that I'm likely to end up sitting with my sworn enemies, the Cheer Squad, again. If they lost the plot with the Unbridled Passion 4th quarter celebration I'd declare war.

Anyone else going? Want to form a faction?

Good grief

Did you notice? We're second on the ladder. Remarkable. Does this mean that we're the second best side in the competition, are sure to meet the West Coast Eagles on the MCG on that one day in September and will exploit their inability to win over here in order to take the 2005 AFL Premiership? Probably not. But you never know. If it's any consolation I'm less confident about the Eagles being there for the long haul than us, which means there will be no standout side going into the finals.

Think about the last two times we've come close to Premiership glory. In '98 we ran into North, who really should have won the flag, in the Prelim final and got within five goals and in 2000 we had the misfortune of lining up against the side enjoying the most dominant season in the last 20 years. Cameron Bruce late withdrawal for Ben Beams (!), Neitz misses with the first set shot of the game, Brad Green gets gangbanged by the entire Essendon backline, Troy Simmonds gets murdered by Michael Long and you know the rest. Depressing.

But the last 11 rounds will count for NOTHING if we lose to Collingwood on Monday. In the event of that happening - and you know Woewodin will have the traditional "stick it up your old club" 30 possession and 5 goal game - you may as well pull the shutters down now. Later in the week we'll be going back in time and discussing how I spent my 2004 Queens Birthday holiday by losing the plot in the Southern Stand.

This round is crucial. I don't hate Collingwood as much as I'm supposed to - which is probably something to do with everyone I know supporting them and somehow not being complete mutants - but I'm prepared to try given the delicate state of affairs we find ourselves in. Brock McLean MUST return, Nicholson MUST be given the right matchup if we're going to leave Rivers out again, Neitz MUST kick straight, Chris Heffernan MUST be put on the train to Sandringham (platform 10) and Paul Johnson MUST be retained as ruck backup.

I expect the Premiership Liberation Front to be out in full force. I want to see balaclavas all over the ground if we're winning convincingly in the 4th quarter. Now, if only there was a PieBlog to start a meaningless feud and brawl with...

P.S - Good grief could also refer to the fact that I've actually updated in mid-week.

Sunday 5 June 2005

Capital Punishment

What a cruel way to watch a game. Waking up two minutes into the first quarter (yes, it was that sort of day) and having to go to work twenty minutes into the third. Just farcical. Thankfully we'd already done North over by this point and it would have taken an epic collapse to undo our good work until then. So what did we do? Almost have an epic collapse. You haven't lived until you've sat there watching the AFL website while you're supposed to be listening to one briefing or another and seeing the opposition score clocking over at speed. I was almost out the door to my car to listen to the game on the radio, until I realised it wasn't even on the radio. Idiot.

The first 3/4 were delightful though. We were clearly a much better side all over the park and were it not for the icerink style surface that led to players falling on their arses every 30 seconds I feel we would have put North to the sword a lot earlier than we did.

The downside to not seeing the pre-match show became obvious when a minute or two after I turned the TV on I saw Chris Heffernan running around. Panic set in. He didn't end up playing too badly but I would have preferred Brock there any day of the week.

What else happened? F'ed if I know. I didn't really feel too much tension throughout the event but as we've previously discussed that's the only advantage to not being at the game. Ground looked full for once but that's got a lot to do with the fact that Fox Footy bought 10000 tickets and handed them out to anyone who wanted them. Hopefully the people of the ACT will have been excited at seeing R. Robertson going ballistic and will purchase memberships accordingly.

I did lose the plot momentarily at one point of the commentary. When Brad Green soccered through his goal in the 2nd quarter and we got the obvious "he once tried out for Manchester United!" angle. Am I the only one who's sick to death of that line? Clinton Grybas not only delivered that, in a direct infringement on Eddie McGuire's copyright to say it, but he also pointed out (in a cosmopolitan "we love all sports" fashion) that "Manchester United could have done with some of that this season". Some of what? If that had been a soccer shot it would have sailed over the crossbar by a mile. LAZY commentary. Clinton, I await your response.

Demonblog.com Player of the Year VOTES

5 - Brad Green
4 - Russell Robertson
3 - Nathan Brown
2 - Cameron Bruce
1 - Paul Wheatley

LEADERBOARD (updated later..)

17 - Cameron Bruce
12 - Travis Johnstone, Brad Green
9 - Brock McLean
8 - Russell Robertson
7 - Adem Yze
6 - Ryan Ferguson
5 - Brent Moloney, Jared Rivers
4 - Clint Bizzell
3 - Aaron Davey, James McDonald, Brad Miller, Nathan Brown
1 - Russell Robertson, Colin Sylvia, Alistair Nicholson, Paul Wheatley

Next week? Collingwood on Queens Birthday. Now this is an interesting one because even when we do win it we don't do it with ANY authority whatsoever, and now that they've actually decided to win again I won't be going in with as much confidence as two months ago. On some of the passages of play today we're good enough to beat anyone in this competition (West Coast included... 2pt win against Richmond my arse) but sometime we look completely average as well. I'm starting to think that we're a certainty for the top 4 but I can't get excited any further than that at the moment.

Your comments/analysis/dissection please. I think I need a guest columnist who will write match reviews that actually discuss the match. Apply within.

Capital Combat

On the ground reports from the nation's capital please. I'll see most of the game on tv but will miss the very end because of work so let's pray we've pissed it in by that point.