Sunday, 15 June 2014
Technical difficulties - please stand by
There is very little that 4.40pm Sunday games are good for, unless you're the sort of person who needs to drink heavily beforehand in order to get through watching us. They're certainly no good for slapdash match 'reviews' compiled immediately after the game, and this means unfortunately I'll have time to think about the game this week before writing about it. That doesn't guarantee any sort of quality but will hopefully mean I've forgotten most of what happened.
Please return Monday evening/Tuesday morning for the usual segments that you know and tolerate. Until then please reflect on how much we won by (and yes, I did write this before the game).
Why not fill-in your time with the mid-season review and pointing out how many times I've been proven wrong already.
UPDATE 8pm: JESUS HOLY CHRIST WHAT WAS THAT? I'm half tempted to stay up all night and manipulate my unmentionables in celebration.
Thursday, 12 June 2014
2014 mid-season review and State of the Union
I've always thought that people who say things like "how it can be June already?" are tremendously boring and should be socially excluded. At the risk of joining them and Ballbag Barrett in the "no mates" club I really am confused that we're halfway through the season - and that we're midway through June.
So, half the season down - three wins, zero draws and eight losses. Hasn't it been fun? Not 'fun' in the traditional sense of winning games, kicking high scores and playing for a spot in the top eight but light years ahead of the bankrupt organisation (in most senses) that we were at the mid-point of 2013. A healthy cash injection from the league helped on one front, Peter Jackson's manhunt of Paul Roos on another. We're still shit, but we're closer than ever to becoming 'ordinary' - and at the risk of being accused of lacking ambition I'll have that right now.
As it's turned out we're pretty much exactly where I expected us to be. Three wins is probably reasonable considering I didn't expect us to beat any of the teams we did but thought we'd do over some of St Kilda, GWS, Gold Coast or Footscray. In fact we're probably ahead considering the now pre-season claim that I'd be happy with four wins and a percentage of 80. Which seemed reasonable then, but we've come so far since the first couple of weeks of the season that I'd rather do better than 1-10 in the second half of the year.
The most important fact is that we've only been hacked to shreds once so far. One time too many, but by this time last year we'd lost games by (please do not read on if you are vulnerable to post traumatic stress) 79, 148, 94, 61, 60, 90, 95 and 83. Why in god's name did any of us go on through that period? In the end the second half of the season wasn't much better, so you might have forgiven Roos if he'd spent the first 11 games of this season presiding over the side getting butchered, but he's managed to stop that from happening so the cheque's in the mail Paul. It hasn't always been pretty but we're in the business of "avoiding being thrashed" not keeping journalists happy.
It's hard to argue that even though we're still clearly nothing better than a lower midcard team at least the enjoyment factor is back for the first time since the weeks leading up to 186. Unlike most of 2012 and 2013 we go into games legitimately thinking we're a chance rather than relying on the idea of a remarkable upset or another team committing suicide in epic fashion to give us a chance to win - which we would no doubt spurn anyway. There is actually a reason for normal people who aren't rusted on freaks to start watching again, and that's good for everyone.
A few people have become nervous after Monday, but it was the equivalent of cutting yourself to make sure you're still alive. Our score was horrible but for all the vitriol being flung at Roos by the "we want entertainment" types it's not like we weren't trying to go forward we just weren't very good at it. That will come, so I've been told...
I can't deny the fact that we're the lowest scoring team in the league scares me a bit. I know our points against has had larger cutbacks than the federal budget, and I know that he started with the back line in Sydney, defence wins premierships etc... but I'm still worried about the prospect of losing games we should win because we only kick seven goals. We showed against Port that we've got it in us to get decent scores against good sides, so therefore we should be able to do the same against rubbish ones but it's hardly a given.
Still, there's nothing more than pride and building for the future to play for from here. Had we won two of the close games (take your pick) we'd be right in the mix to fall into 8th and lose an elimination final by 10 goals - but that's not important now. It's about making sure the players we want to keep are all over the gameplan, getting more games into 'the kids', convincing certain people to sign on the dotted line and snagging a few more cheap wins towards the end of the year so we can go into 2015 with actual confidence rather than the pumped up, fraudulent swagger that we've put on at the start of the last few seasons.
And so, being boring and returning to the format from previous years have at it comrades. Your views will vary.
Buy, hold, sell

Buy
Rohan Bail - One of the many I was trying to railroad out the door early in the season, but has proven himself to be a worthwhile soldier in the last few weeks. He's never going to win the Brownlow but every premiership side has got role-players who make you think "how did he get there?" when you look back later. Not suggesting he's going to become a premiership player any time soon (not with us at least) but he would fit the mould. The issue we've got at the moment is to not have half of a side of these players.
Lynden Dunn - Not quite the undisputed #1 success story of the season considering he finished 6th in last year's Best and Fairest (which is admittedly like finishing sixth at the Redcliffe trots on a Wednesday night) but he has continued to be a revelation in the backline. If you look hard enough you'll find me writing him off (in fact don't even bother looking, it's in last year's mid-season review) but in my defence at this point last year I was in a foul mood and trying to sack almost everyone.
Max Gawn - Only has to wait another couple of years for Jamar to fall over and his stock will go through the roof. You only have to look at the tap to Bernie Vince in the Richmond game to know that he's the future. At some point in the near future he's going to get the chance to be first ruck regularly and it will be glorious.
Alex Georgiou - Is clearly not going to play 200 games, but proved himself competent in defence over the first few weeks when we were still absolutely no good so he should earn a permanent upgrade to the senior list soon and have a decent career as a third or fourth string defender. Long term investment.
Jeremy Howe - I suppose there's always the chance that he's going to end up in Brad Miller style "neither here nor there" hell, shuffled between the forward line and back line so much that he never looks truly comfortable in either but I think he's shown enough forward in the last couple of years to ensure that even if it all goes tits up in defence he's got a long career ahead of him. Fun fact - Jeremy is renowned for his high marking.
Neville Jetta - Like Bail I was lobbying for them to deactivate his AAMI Park access card and put his belongings in a box outside the front door a few weeks ago, but he's stuck it right up me with his performances over the last few weeks. It helps when you play as if your football life depends on it, but he might finally have found his place.
Nathan Jones - Blue chip stock, buy it until you go broke. I had some fear that he was going to be crowded out a bit by having decent midfielders put around him this year but has continued to risk back injury on a weekly basis carrying the side. Luckily it doesn't weigh as much as it did last year. Contract ends after 2015 so look forward to all sorts of "will he/won't he" bullshit next year.
Jay Kennedy-Harris - Solid first half a season even if he's been sub for almost 50% of it, but the Adelaide game showed exactly what he'll be capable of next year when some other kid will be forced to don the green vest and ride an exercise bike for three quarters. Buy low, sell high.
Cameron Pedersen - I would like the record to show that in last year's mid-season review I told you to hold on him, which might have been the greatest vote of confidence he got in all of last year considering somebody (Craig? Roos? Neeld via fax? Other?) basically told him he was shithouse at the end of 2013. Has been an absolute revelation this season after we freed him from the grim, no glory duty of trying to prop up our forward line in Round 1.
Christian Salem - Got lost in the crowd on Monday, and still clearly can't play four quarters but has shown plenty so far when he does get the ball. We've seen too much thwarted promise to get over excited just yet but I humbly suggest that by this time next year he'll be a worthy addition to any portfolio.
Dom Tyson - For want of a better term he's been 'exposed' by taggers twice so far this year, but on balance has been absolutely fantastic for somebody of such limited experience. We will get many, many more years enjoyment out of him and isn't it nice to know that we have more than one person worth tagging again? If you bought in on him before the season started then you're looking at a handy return over the long run.
Bernie Vince - While I feel like he's got plenty more to offer that we haven't seen yet the idea that we could have held on to Sylvia for another year and waited patiently for his one or two great games a year instead almost makes me ill. What we need now is consistency. Some Sylvia flash once in a while would be nice, but I'd rather have 11 games of solid Bernard than 10 of average Colin with one great one thrown in.
Jack Viney - His kicking occasionally worries me, but there's plenty of time to get that right. Even then wouldn't you trade some disposal efficiency for a player who attacks every ball like it owes him money? Last year we had players jumping away from the ball as if it were a loose grenade, so I'll take Jack any day of the week.
Paul Roos - He stands accused of destroying football this week by the exact same people who complain about congestion, but there was no congestion so who knows what these people actually want? No matter what crimes he's being put on trial for there's no doubt that he's at least brought confidence back to a group of players who spent most of last year looking as if they were being forced to play footy at gunpoint.
The Administration - Yankee Fiasco aside they're doing a great job of first delivering Roos then getting us back on reasonable financial footing. I will forgive loose talk about Collins Street for the greater good.
Hold
Dom Barry - On the verge of dumping my holdings in him just in the hope that it will spark a revival. Was always a long term prospect and has kicked a few goals in the VFL but has he ever even remotely pressed for selection? There's still time for him to turn up and run around kicking goals out of his arse like 2012 Sam Blease.
Daniel Cross - Has been absolutely fantastic so far this year and must go on next year but obviously if we're going to continue with the stock market angle you would think that this year will be the peak of his powers for us and then it's all downhill from there. May he do a Dustin Fletcher and play on until he's 43.
Chris Dawes - Always gives 100%, and you can be absolutely certain that he's emotionally invested in the cause up to his neck but I need more games like that one against Hawthorn last year or Adelaide this year where he totally ran riot.
Jack Fitzpatrick - Had a purple patch of form at just the right time last year and won himself a contract extension but has since gone on to do stuff all. Has all the time in the world (or more precisely until the end of 2015) to come back and make an impact, but the resurgence of Pedersen has at least temporarily stuffed him up. I still think the Stefan Martin Experience would have done what he does better, but it's a perfect time to say that as he's played his first good game with Brisbane.
James Frawley - Has been up and down as a forward, but has done much better than I first expected. However I refuse to invest a dollar given that we're still no closer to finding out whether he's staying or not. You may wish to bet on him leaving and sell now instead of finding your stock worthless at the end of the season.
Colin Garland - Has been alright since he came back, but hasn't shown anything special yet. Maybe that's a good sign - last year we were losing by 80 and I was raving about how well the defence stood up now they're a bit more anonymous.
Jack Grimes - Played a couple of good games but so far his peak was in 2012 and he's just been a solid citizen ever since. At the moment I'd just be happy for him to get through the season without a serious injury.
James Harmes - Haven't seen enough (anything) of him yet to make comment but we've got a habit of chucking rookies after one year so watch your back kid.
Jesse Hogan - Like a stock that you get a tip on via email from an account registered in the Cayman Islands there's probably money to be made here if you've got brass balls. I, on the other hand, am as conservative as the day is long and refuse to believe he's ever going to play until he plays a match for premiership points.
Jayden Hunt - See Harmes, James but without the potential axe hanging over him due to being on the senior list. Also suffering from a 4-6 week injury, which usually means he won't be seen again for two seasons.
Mark Jamar - Seemed back to his 2010 form a few weeks ago but the clock is ticking. He can definitely help out over the next couple of years but as I said above in relation to Gawn I feel like we've got to start the transition soon. Maximum should be ready to be the starting ruck for Round 1 next year, and if that means MJ plays as a forward for a while then that's fine.
Matt Jones - Solid but unspectacular. Not sure we shouldn't start looking elsewhere but I'm not going to form a picket line if we keep selecting him. Having said that he's got a contract extension to 2016 so he's probably not going anywhere.
Dean Kent - From a rocky start where I was about to form a picket line if they kept selecting him I got into Kent by the end of last year and enjoyed his two matches this season before injured. He's no solid gold certainty for the future but he could be the answer in the short term to the fact that our forward line is full of enormous, lumbering men who can't crumb for shit.
Max King - Looked reasonable in the NAB Cup considering he was so green but is a million miles or one massive injury crisis away from the seniors. Vulnerable as a rookie, and currently injured, but will probably get another six years to prove himself under the Mark Jamar 2003-2010 rule.
Tom McDonald - Is usually a magnificent one-on-one defender, but I feared for the former Demonbracket Grand Champion when he was getting murdered by that bloke from the Gold Coast .To an extent I lay the issues that everyone slags him off about at the feet of the coaches - why would you keep using him to switch when you know he's prone to novelty kicking? Having said all this I'd very much like for him to re-sign and have a massive crack at a second Demonbracket title in 2015.
Jordie McKenzie - I really do love Jordie, and he's doing plenty in the VFL but can't get a game in the seniors. What's it all mean? Cross seems to have snagged the tagger's job for now but he's not going to be there forever (unless he follows my suggestion and plays to 43) so there's plenty of time for him to get back in the side and stay there. Bring back that glorious day when he had two kicks and 26 handballs.
Viv Michie - Didn't do a great deal in the games he played, and has been up and down in the VFL since returning from a broken jaw but has plenty of time in front of him. It's a sign of the improvement we've made that we didn't just persist with him at the start of the year because we felt like we had to.
Aiden Riley - Looked good in his first game and will get more opportunities. With Cross on the scene he's probably fighting for a spot with McKenzie.
Jake Spencer - Certainly worth keeping around as a backup, though I'm not entirely sure the two year contract extension was entirely necessary when one would probably have done for now. As much as I enjoy his cameos because of the way he chases people around like an angry giraffe it's also clear that when Jamar and Gawn (not to mention Pedo) came in the quality of our ruckwork increased significantly.
Dean Terlich - Rated as a 'buy' at this time last year I still feel like he's holding a spot waiting for somebody better to come along and take it but is a solid enough option in the meantime.
Jimmy Toumpas - No idea what's going on here. Plays two decent games in the seniors, goes back to the VFL and puts in a stinker. Still plenty of time to achieve potential but not yet the straight out slam dunk selection that we all assumed he would be.
Jack Trengove - The captaincy fiasco didn't help but he had been treading water for two years before injured. In that first NAB Cup game he seemed to be back to his best but the moment the real stuff started he looked like he was running around in quicksand again. Here's hoping that whatever work he's having done now gets him back on track for next year.
Jack Watts - The most volatile stock on offer, investing in Jack is like investing in Bitcoin - your money could go anywhere. He seems to spend his whole life on double secret probation, but I've made it my mission to stop judging him so harshly and just sit back and enjoy the good times when they come even if they're not as often as one might like. Give us 200 games, show up at past players functions and charm the ladies and we'll enjoy a few good moments.
Sell
Sam Blease - It's the age old story, just when I declare somebody to be my favourite player their career hits the skids in epic fashion. Now seemingly being groomed as a running defender for some reason when we're crying out for a quick forward who can kick goals on the run. I've still got faith in him
Shannon Byrnes - Out of contract and out of luck with an ill-timed injury. He must be kicking himself watching Pedo dig himself out a hole with an industrial strength excavator while he sits on the sidelines waiting for the axe to fall. Thanks for your time, but I dare say if we had a long list of rookies crying out for a game he might be invited to fall on his sword.
Mitch Clark - An adventurous investor would ride out this hitting $0.00 and hope for a surprise comeback next year. I am in no way an adventurous investor - your highly priced stocks in Dreamboat Mitch are unfortunately now just so much paper being swept from the exchange floor.
Michael Evans - Has one more year of his contract to bring back the feelgood factor of that day against GWS where he was an integral part of the great 12 goal final quarter. Has just been used as a tagger in the VFL which is never a good sign - especially with Cross a dead certainty to go again next year.
Daniel Nicholson - His contract status is some sort of national secret, but even allowing for all the excesses of the Neeld era I refuse to believe that this isn't his last year. Had a brief run where he looked like he was going to be a success but was no good last year and hasn't gone near it this season yet.
James Strauss - Definitely out of contract this year and unseen since a couple of token appearances at the last of season. In more trouble than the early settlers.
Luke Tapscott - Remember this guy? More importantly remember his first few games when he was playing off the half-back line? That's as good as it's got so far unfortunately. Marooned at the other end of the ground for most of last year he never hit any great heights as a forward yet they still seem to be trying to develop him as one in the VFL. Would love to see him in the backline again. Out of contract and personally I'd give him another chance, but could be in trouble.
Maia Westrupp - Footy's equivalent to a penny stock. Low risk, not much chance of making a huge profit. I maintain that in the one training session I went to in my life approximately one year ago that he actually looked like a natural in the drills, and I presume he gets at least one more year at Casey because he's not on the list but don't hold your breath on this front.
Tarot Card Corner
I'm reasonably happy with my pre-season ladder. Other than falling into the same trap as everyone else and deciding that Port would be no better than average (10th), Richmond would make the finals (7th) and Carlton would contend (9th) there aren't nearly as many clangers as last year. There's still plenty of time for Gold Coast to fall to 13th as predicted. As usual the contenders are bracketed to make clear that they could end up anywhere in that band by the end of the year.
Here's the updated version. Pre-season prediction in brackets. The major difference is wide extensions to the brackets at the top and bottom of the competition which indicate how even the race for the top and the 'race' for the bottom are.
1 - Sydney (3)
2 - Hawthorn (1)
3 - Collingwood (5)
4 - Port Adelaide (10)
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5 - Fremantle (2)
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6 - North Melbourne (4)
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7 - Essendon (8)
8 - Geelong (6)
9 - Gold Coast (13)
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10 - Adelaide (10)
11 - Carlton (9)
12 - West Coast (12)
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13 - Richmond (7)
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14 - Footscray (14)
15 - Melbourne (16)
16 - Brisbane (15)
17 - Greater Western Sydney (17)
18 - St Kilda (18)
Next Year
The question of who's going to come on board at Roos' right hand man and eventual successor is more likely to cause fights at a dinner party than abortion, religion and climate change combined so I put myself firmly in the firing line by saying I'm interested in Michael Voss. Old enough to have done it with moderate enough success but young enough to learn from his debacles and go on to have a lengthy spell. There's been a lot of talk about Cameron Ling but his connection to Brian Taylor and Luke Darcy makes me uncomfortable.
As for the list I've got three off going plus Clark with Jetta to be promoted. So that leaves us with a net loss of three on the senior list - four if Frawley goes - without having to push the shaky ground players off the cliff.
SAFE
Chris Dawes, Lynden Dunn, Colin Garland, Max Gawn, Alex Georgiou, Jack Grimes, Jeremy Howe, Jesse Hogan, Mark Jamar, Matt Jones, Nathan Jones, Jay Kennedy-Harris, Dean Kent, Viv Michie, Cameron Pedersen, Christian Salem, Jake Spencer, Jimmy Toumpas, Jack Trengove, Dom Tyson, Bernie Vince, Jack Viney, Jack Watts
SAFE IF INTERESTED
Rohan Bail, Daniel Cross, James Frawley, Neville Jetta, Tom McDonald, Dean Terlich
SAFE DUE TO CONTRACT STATUS
Michael Evans, Jayden Hunt, Jack Fitzpatrick
PROBABLY SAFE
Dom Barry, Mitch Clisby, James Harmes, Max King, Jordie McKenzie, Aiden Riley
SHAKY GROUND
Sam Blease, Luke Tapscott
AS GOOD AS GONE
Shannon Byrnes, Daniel Nicholson, James Strauss
ACTUALLY GONE
Mitch Clark
Final thoughts
Things are moving in the right direction, but you only need to ask a Richmond fan to step off the tracks and out of the way of the 5.32 to Epping for them to explain that the tide can turn in an instant. Enjoy the ride but remain vigilant at all times.
Monday, 9 June 2014
Damn Yankees
Once upon a time I used to get narky when Collingwood fans would mock us with the suggestion that Queen's Birthday was "our Grand Final", but for want of any meaningful success or other high-drawing games over the last few years we might as well admit that it is.
Today especially had all the elements, the hint of a large crowd (and in the end more people there were more people in the ground today who cared about the game than an actual Grand Final), wall-to-wall media coverage of our players and an air of "anything could happen" hope. Most importantly you could tell it was a Grand Final because Melbourne put in a shithouse performance.
It's also a key sign that we're involved in a big game when the President or another key administrator does an interview, gets high on the idea of boosting the crowd and is rolled into making some outrageous statement about how big this club 'could' be. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here. The poor bastard probably had a 45 minute interview, made the rookie mistake of throwing in one off-hand comment about how he wants us to be Victoria's version the New York Yankees and suddenly that's the only thing anybody takes from it. But more on that later.
The first step on every Queen's Birthday Monday, before hope briefly flourishes and is then extinguished, is to make sure that Her Majesty hasn't 'gone in the night' and that we're not actually playing King's Birthday again for the first time since 1951. It's not her birthday anyway, but it does seem rude to be celebrating a public holiday (no matter how cheap) in the name of somebody who passed away just hours before. With due respect to our head of state she's not a young lady, and once she goes there will be three men in line. From there it would take a King Ralph (this guy, not Jon) style tragedy to put a woman back in the top job. Here at Demonblog we're backing the royal family's answer to Maia Westrupp the #52 in line Zenouska Mowatt.
The point (eventually) being that if by the time we get to Monday 8 June 2015 her majesty has pulled the pin (voluntarily or otherwise) then the last Queen's Birthday match you will ever see in your life involved us kicking 3.10.28. What a fitting tribute to her lengthy reign. While I foolishly had my hopes up that we could extend the Pies (who let's not forget had won seven in a row) I certainly didn't see that final scoreline coming, especially 22 seconds in after Nathan Jones kicked what I suspect is the quickest first quarter goal I've ever seen by a Melbourne player. From there we kicked the ball through the big sticks three more times all day, one of them didn't count and somehow I find myself abjectly disappointed by a final margin I'd have gleefully taken before the day began.
The difference between this year and Queen's Birthday matches 2008-2013 was that there was at least a slight element of fear amongst opposition fans. It didn't seem realistic that we'd win but at least unlike last year (where we scored 39) when Neeld was 99% along the plank with sharks circling underneath and the only question was how much we'd get beaten by there was at least an outside chance of a boilover.
I first smelt the fear when heckled by a Pies fan while walking to the ground. In the genteel surroundings of Kew Junction a flag-carrying black and white nutbag spotted me from across the road and yelled something indecipherable with a look of hate in his eyes. My first instinct was to yell back a stream of obscenities and tell him to put the bloody flag away because he's a grown man not an eight-year-old but what's the point? It's like going to a rally of racists (where you'll probably find several Pies fans) and trying to reason with them. Let the lower rungs of society (whoever they support) do whatever gets them through the day - I also walked past 10,000 other Collingwood fans today who didn't act like filth so I'm not trying to perpetuate hackneyed stereotypes here.
Nutbags aside now that they've won Pies fans will deny they were worried, remind us that they've won a flag recently and crack some rib-tickler about snow season but there's no doubt it was there and after that first goal it was bubbling up. When Vince hoofed the ball out of the middle at the start and Jones kicked the goal there was a collective intake of breath amongst the opposition because at that point - 0.22 of Q1 - we looked right up for it. And that we were, even when they dominated the next few minutes after the goal our pressure was good and the defence was holding up nicely even if we started kicking like we had peg legs.
There's no point denying it, with memories of Travis treating Jared Rivers with contempt a couple of years ago still fresh in the mind I was shitting myself when Dunn went on him, but even allowing for the fact that Cloke isn't half the player he was then Dunn has improved about 20 times over and absolutely thrashed him today. One-on-one was a worry but even then Dunn beat him a few times in what was (spoiler) a best on ground performance. He had 20 kicks and 87.5% efficiency and had the most rebound for us 50's in a game since 2011. You never know when it's going to go backwards (see Nathan Carroll 2006) but he's on a career best hot-streak considering he looked all but gone a couple of years ago when he was being used as the sub every week.
While Dunn has been great this year and could very well be in the All-Australian side if he's lucky the Neville Jetta story is probably even more impressive. At least Dunn started to pick up in the second half of last year so there was some hint of what was to come, Jetta had some idiots calling for him to be chopped once and for all after his first game this season and he's bounced back in the best form of his career - including flogging the bejesus out of Jamie Elliott and taking nine marks today. Like everyone else in the Melbourne backline it could go wrong for him at any moment but I'm thrilled to see him bounce back from being delisted to successfully reboot his career by playing fearless, tough football. What about the bit where he kicked straight into the man on the mark then backed it up by storming the bloke and taking him down with a crunching balls and all tackle? Here's to more of that.
So the defence wasn't bad, and despite Tyson getting his first taste of the great Demon Media Curse by being tagged to death the midfield wasn't doing too badly considering what they were up against. Daniel Cross was certainly doing his bit for recruit of the year status by condemning Beams to the same sort of tagging hell as Tyson and effectively keeping him out of the game until the last quarter. With Nathan Jones chugging along doing what he does, Vince playing a good game on Pendlebury and Viney trying his guts out at every contest (even if his disposal was shonky) the midfield were doing well to. That just left the crucial element of scoring enough to win the game, which is where everything began to go horribly wrong.
Even with Frawley, Dawes, Gawn and Pederson working their arse off up and down the ground our attack has rarely looked any more impotent than it did today - and that counts games where we've lost by more than 100 points. The issue was that while the four talls were fine in getting the ball on the half-forward flank they couldn't repeat the trick when they got near the goal and so our decent goal-scoring opportunities were ridiculously few and far between. Whether it was them or the delivery is debatable, but while it's patently obvious that you're never going to win games scoring 28 points I'd suggest you're not going to have too much luck if all your marks inside 50 are taken on the boundary line either.
Eventually it was like everybody stopped expecting us to take a mark inside 50 so they didn't bother trying to kick it in quickly, then eventually even the forwards didn't start running and we slowed to quicksand pace, doing a round 1 and kicking sideways or backwards to try and get something happening. Collingwood weren't having any of that but weren't playing well enough to put us to the sword so the game just plodded along as a stalemate most of the time.
There's no doubt the forwards were trying but they just never looked likely. At half-time Pedo and Frawley were both on world record pace for marks but one took two or three between them in the whole second half. Dawes tried hard without much success, but even with absolutely no hope of crumb in that forward line we stuck with them until the Kennedy-Harris cockup in the last seconds of the third quarter. It was undeserved considering we never looked like kicking a decent score after the first minute, but I think I speak for all the MFC faithful when I say if we'd somehow managed to win the Slurry Cup we'd have been celebrating like it was the greatest game of all. Amongst all this impotence Bernie Vince did perform a piece of classic crumb, but considering there was only a handful of stoppages in front of our goal quick snaps out of the pack were never going to be the route to success.
As pleased as I am that the defensive effort kept Collingwood since 2010 I can't help but get depressed about the forward situation. Assuming the best case scenario with Jesse Hogan is a few token games at the end of the season what have we got in reserve that can boost our chances of kicking a decent score? The best I can do is Kent or Blease so it might be time to give JFK a rest and try one of them instead - and not as the bloody sub either. They're hardly options worth opening the wine cellar for but today clearly showed that we need to get smaller, quicker players who can kick goals near our forward line instead of stacking it with giants.
Unfortunately up and down the ground some of the old habits started to creep in. After my years of complaining about players not shepherding it was pleasing to see On The Couch highlight two times when Terlich got left high and dry by his teammates not blocking for him in defence. We're a lot better at doing this than we were the last couple of years but if there's anywhere that you should be trying to lay a bump to give your teammates more time it's in defence - and especially when you've got several players who are prone to comedy kicking mishaps.
The good news was that the Pies were equally as shit. Perhaps we dragged them a little too far down to our level and it would have left us all with a nicer taste in the mouth if both sides had kicked five more goals for the day, but there was no doubt that they were rattled for great swathes of the first three quarters. The number of times they got fantastically lucky with a horrible panicked kick or handball was obscene. That's the sort of stuff that usually goes horribly wrong for us but today seemed to either wind up in their favour or at worst breaking even. To quote noted American special comments man Kurtis Blow - these are the breaks. Would anything have helped us kick a winning score today? I doubt it.
Despite going to half-time on two goals there was still an air of optimism based on the fact that they'd only scored three. Even though I'm willing to concede that by the end the game had become total shite (despite a severe lack of stoppages, so stick that up your arse people who blame congestion for everything) I thought the first half was actually fascinating to watch. As I've said before don't goals mean so much more when there's not many of them being kicked?
Maybe it's just because I was invested in the game and would probably have switched over to The Simpsons if I was watching at home but for a five goal half it was actually fun to watch. The second half, on the other hand, was tripe and without Frawley and Pedo marking everything that came near them our attack was even uglier than it had been in the first half - and my god people reading this in the future it was VERY ugly. Yet we were still in it, and had the Jetta/Vince/umpire handball/goal/no goal/get fucked incident not occurred we'd have been within four points late in the term with everything to play for. I refuse to believe we would have overhauled them but at least it would have made things interesting.
Having not seen any replays, and I seriously doubt I'm going to bother, it seems that the ball was either called back because a) he was off his mark or b) the umpire hadn't seen the handball and thought Vince was just swooping on a loose ball and kicking a goal. If the answer is a) then I think I can handle it (even if Pendlebury did exactly the same thing down the other end 30 seconds later and nobody cared) but if it turns out to be b) I'm going to join Carlton fans in storming AFL HQ tomorrow morning and burning Wayne Campbell's office down. For the self-professed greatest game on earth we do seem to spend a lot of time concentrating on bizarre umpiring interpretations and stuff ups.
It would have been an ever better body-blow had the repeat effort worked when Jetta handballed to Dunn for his flying ping. Surely letting us do exactly the same play twice in a row would have thrown the cat amongst the pigeons at Collingwood and caused them to collapse in a heap. Perhaps not, but it would have been much better than the alternative which was them having one shot on goal for a behind then achieving the fabled seven point play by capitalising on Kennedy-Harris' botched marking attempt to get a goal with 30 seconds left. Which was an ironic considering I'd sat there for 20 minutes whinging about them not bringing him on when we needed a zippier forward, then the moment he shows up he costs us a goal. According to Roos he wasn't even supposed to be at that end of the ground, which really just makes it worse.
We were still in it at three-quarter time but it would have taken a massive implosion from Collingwood at that point to give us a chance. Who'd have thought the last goal we'd see would be the disallowed Vince one? Well, given that we'd only kicked three all day it wasn't the strangest idea ever floated. Once they kicked the first goal of the last quarter it was over, and we ran out the next 25 minutes with listless, excitement free, safety first football with a few missed shots on goal thrown in to torment those of us who stayed. There were not many people who could claim it as their finest hour and I wish to never speak of it again after tonight.
Stat My Bitch Up
One for the nerds (e.g me) today. It was our equal fifth lowest score since 1980, which is wonderful, and the equal lowest I've seen in person alongside North fisting us at Docklands last year. Also the lowest number of free kicks we've received in a game since records have been kept and the second least given to a team in any game (behind Fremantle/Footscray last week) since 2004. No surprise really considering the ball spent most of the game dinking from one side to the other or going backwards but the umpires have clearly decided that the less frees they call every week the less shit they'll cop for getting something wrong. Ask a Carlton fan how that's going if you can stop them from throwing a cinder block through Wayne's window long enough.
More importantly on a stat front it's horrible news for those of you on #2013watch who are hoping that we might not end up with an even lower average points-per-game this year than last. A few good weeks in a row before this gave us some hope of avoiding record breaking forward line futility for a second consecutive year, but today's fiasco has dropped us back to 61.09ppg. This still leaves us behind the Neeld/Craig figure of 66.13ppg. Thank god our defence is about 76 times better, but bloody hell could we just kick 20 goals against one side at some point to pad the figures? If we play like today again we'll be lucky to kick 20 goals in a month, and whisper it quietly last place is very much still on the cards if we don't pull our finger out soon.
2014 Allen Jakovich Medal votes
5 - Lynden Dunn
4 - Daniel Cross
3 - Neville Jetta
2 - Bernie Vince
1 - Nathan Jones
Apologies to Pedersen who might have snuck in for the last vote and all of Frawley, Bail, Gawn, Dawes, Howe and McDonald who had a dip but didn't deserve votes.
Leaderboard
Tyson's trip tagging hell causes him to fall back, with Dunn now suddenly a solid contender to be the first defender ever to win the award. He's also just weeks away from confirming victory in the Seecamp, with Nifty Neville Jetta of all people now the nearest challenger a full 18 votes behind.
32 - Nathan Jones
24 - Dom Tyson
22 - Lynden Dunn (Leader: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
16 - Daniel Cross
9 - Cameron Pedersen, Jack Viney
8 - Chris Dawes, James Frawley
7 - Bernie Vince
5 - Jeremy Howe, Jack Watts
4 - Neville Jetta
3 - Matt Jones, Tom McDonald, Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jack Grimes, Mark Jamar (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Jake Spencer (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year)
Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
In the worst field ever congratulations to Nathan Jones. You know the one. To go along with his three Jakovich medals and two Paul Prymke plate wins Jones receives a tour of Ballarat's Kryal Kastle conducted by locals Darren Jolly, Stewart Gull and Anthony McDonald. Apologies to Bernard Vince for his crumbing effort (and the one he got rorted out of) which warmed the hearts of crumb lovers everywhere.

In keeping with the 'our grand final' theme the banner was a smashing success this week, with top points for the innovative inclusion of cartoon superhero characters. Our banners continue to innovate while others just roll out the same slop that they've been dishing out for the last 10 years so at least that's one aspect of football that we're better than anyone else at.
The Pies banner wasn't a complete washout, which is nice considering that the people who pay $750 to be in the cheersquad (pardon?) don't even get to make it, but minus points for rhyming "band" and "stand", going for the US "onto" instead of the English "on to" and having a punce curtain (only about 1/3 the size of the Carlton one though) for the players to run through. It's an outright poleaxing to the Dees this time. 11-0 for the season and looking unbeatable.
Crowd Watch
In the end we fell short of the 80,000 the club was angling for, but the end result was pretty good considering that when in the depths of despair last year we struggled to 50k. I can hardly point figures at people for not showing up last year considering I was interstate at the time, but it seemed like a decent turnout for our fans. Considering the reputation we've got for being bandwagon scum I'm pleased to report that there were far more Pies fans there in Reject Shop scarves in beanies that say COLLINGWOOD or MELBOURNE instead of the officially licensed ones that say MAGPIES or DEMONS and actually support your club instead of the $2 Shop.
The 'entertainment' (off-field variety) was also infinitely better than it had been two years ago. Not that it would be hard, obviously the Scotch College Marching Band were already booked to play at a yachting regatta so they weren't able to repeat their 'well received' turn in 2012. I'm all for embracing the stereotype of being filthy rich but that was worse than the bugler and the 2011 flag raising gimmick combined.
Sadly what could have been an outrageous, legitimately entertaining success with the first annual AHG Mascot Race fell short due to the unfortunate conditions in which it was contested. It's a proven statistical fact that you can't beat a mascot race and if you need any convincing get on YouTube, type "Mascot Grand National" in spend the next hour looking at people in silly costumes crashing into each other on an English racecourse.
Unfortunately this was one was clearly not sanctioned by the International Mascot Racing Association, as the Stawell Gift style handicapping system was a bit of a farce in a race that only went for about 50 metres. I might be a mascot racing purist, but I'd like to see them do at least 200m with some obstacles involved. Even the most strident anti-jumps racing campaigner couldn't argue against the Cancer Council penguin and the Nando's chicken being forced over some small hurdles. It's not like the penguin is going to get shot if the person in it breaks a leg. In the end a camel won courtesy of the most ridiculous unpenalised false start since Seinfeld vs Meyer 1994 and was then set upon by other mascots in the traditional manner.
Meanwhile it was good to see that 'the kids' were totally excluded from half-time this week, replaced by that ridiculous Mars Kick to Kick competition (the 'winners' were again all in the first 50 ticket numbers, proving that the whole thing is a swizz), an AFL 9's game featuring adults and some other match featuring middle aged people trying not to have a heart attack on the other side of the ground. Why bother giving the kids an experience of a lifetime when you can make a few bucks and promote 9s by having a game go on without anybody paying the slightest interest?
In the stands it was a delightful afternoon as usual in Row MM, alongside mystery pipes and with bird shit on every seat. The downside to the large (for us) attendance was crowd sprawl meaning it was the first time I've ever sat there and had anybody I didn't know within five rows. Sadly for fans of crowd disorder those at the back were generally well-behaved and there wasn't any potential action other than the woman sitting in front of us taking a few seconds out from doing duckface selfies with her equally ugly partner to turn around mockingly when the Pies started smacking us in the last quarter. As with the nutbag in Kew Junction I was too diplomatic/cowardly to engage.
Sounds like if I'd really wanted to go on an anthropological survey of the flotsam and jetsam of the community it might have been better to sit with the cheersquad and join the melee with a scumbag Pies fan. I'd love an insight into the thought process that goes towards starting a punch-up in celebration at unconvincingly beating Melbourne when even the kings of flat-track bullying West Coast have tonked in more spectacular fashion this year. It's not like the Pies are going to shoot to premiership favouritism on the back of that performance so perhaps just take the win and piss off back to the Gatwick Hotel. No doubt these people show up and make a fool of themselves every week. Do the ground and the authorities give a rats? Probably not.
The West Wing
Other than last year when we were at rock bottom and nobody could be fooled otherwise has there been a recent Queen's Birthday where one of our administrators hasn't come out trying to position us as the next big thing in football? This year it was President Bartlett's chance, wisely waiting until our first game of the year in front of a reasonable crowd to make the rookie mistake of assuming we've got an automatic right to icon status just because we're called Melbourne. Strangely enough nobody ever seems to want to have wide ranging interviews about the future of the Demons and how we're the city's team when we've just played Gold Coast in front of 17,000 people.
It's hard to get too upset about the article because he probably said hundreds of sensible things then got stitched up because of the Yankees line. It's a noble aim to think that one day people will come to Melbourne to see us play, but that sort of view is hardly compatible with a club that is (rightfully I may add given our current situation) selling two of our MCG games interstate every year. We're more a Houston Astros sort of organisation at the moment - with player salaries four times less than the league leaders, not a jot won since 1965 and a recent record for being utter shite.
I would agree with his comments that the logo is too busy but I'm not as violently opposed to it as some. Those figures from the members survey that were leaked online showed that he's not lying about a majority of people favouring it, but what wasn't mentioned is that you only got one choice out of four or five and that the preferential system wasn't in effect. The thread on Demonland which had the actual figures has been neutered to remove them (conspiracy!) but I'm sure the current one it didn't even crack 50%. If you asked people "should we have a new logo? Y/N" I bet it'd actually lose, but it's hardly the most important issue at the moment.
Other than that I'm reasonably happy with everything said other than the suggestion that "passionate people" are telling him we have to include the word 'Melbourne' in the song. There will be murder if they try that. As an exercise go through the song and see how you could possibly manage it without butchering the thing. You can't. You could replace the "Whatta we sing?" bit with "Mel-bourne!" but that's not even officially in the song and would sound horrible. You only have to listen to the new version Adelaide song to know how easy it is to turn a great tune into a shocker.
Anyway best of luck to him, he's not the first to be rolled into suggesting that our name alone should be the catalyst for great things in the last 20 years and he won't be the last. This administration has done good-work so far and I know he's got the club's interests at heart but surely what he would have actually said if it wasn't so politically unsound would be "We're hoping North relocate to Tasmania and St Kilda merge with Footscray so we can live a comfortable middle class existence for the next hundred years."
Next Week
It's the Jobe-less Bombers in the Sunday afternoon graveyard shift. The start time combined with it being an away game and the perception that we're going to kick three goals again (as we very well might) should ensure that there's about 2000 of our fans present.
I'd say we'll give it a fair shake but even though they've been shite for the last few weeks they'll eventually have enough in the tank to beat us. As for changes I desperately need to see Toumpas play a full game. Salem couldn't get near it today so as good as he's been in his brief career so far I'd be happy for him to go back to Casey and smack a few inferior players around before mounting a glorious comeback in the next few weeks. It's a week off for poor old Sam "What a shit trade" Edmund after both Salem and Tyson did stuff all, but we'll have the last laugh in the end.
As for Matt Jones he's played every game since his debut but I don't think we owe him a start any more. He does a few nice things every week but as much as I hate the idea of "he won't play in our next premiership side" (because no such thing exists) we're not playing for the finals so it's time to start giving some other players a go just to see if they're worth persisting with. Like the newly re-signed Spencil I think he'll eventually end up as a depth player so with nothing else to play for send him back to the 2's as a rev-up and give somebody else a bash at it.
IN: Toumpas, Riley, Kent
OUT: Salem, M. Jones, Kennedy-Harris (omit)
UNLUCKY: McKenzie just because I want to have another look at The Pornographer.
Was it worth it?
Not only was it possibly the last Queen's Birthday ever but it marked another year we've gotten away with Collingwood letting us have the gate receipts from a large crowd with no questions asked. Just for that it's always worth whatever level of humiliation we cop from the game. Considering our final score the level isn't too severe today, so let's take the money, burn the master tapes and get on with preparing for next week.
Final Thoughts
Looking at the queues of people slowly shuffling into Richmond Station - even on the less popular entrance over the eastern side of Punt Road - I realised I couldn't join them without having a nervous breakdown and decking somebody. A hatred of large crowds is perfectly compatible with being a Melbourne fan 15 times a year, this wasn't one of them. Even the idea of going four stations on the train with footy fans made me ill.
Instead I decided to recycle a move from the depression sessions of early 2013 when hope was being crushed with a vice-like force and walk home. Fresh air and the chance to listen to Mark Fine treat Chris from Camberwell with contempt then cut him off before his second long-winded and pointless topic, what more could anyone ask for?
It's more than likely that by the end of the season Demonblog Towers VIII (Hawthorn) will be replaced by Demonblog Towers IX (Viewbank) so I will miss the opportunity to get over disappointing results by wandering down Swan Street then through a darkened park with headphones in comfortable in the knowledge that I won't be robbed, stabbed or molested. Once I move to the new location walking's out and piling into Jolimont Station with 10,000 people is back in. How uncouth.
Then again maybe I'll make the full season here. The place was supposed to be finished in February and the last time I looked all it had was a kitchen bench and a bath so who knows when it'll be ready. I'll probably still be in this exact spot when Jesse Hogan is a 35-year-old, 1000 goal, four time premiership player with the Dockers. Everything in my life is currently under construction.
Today especially had all the elements, the hint of a large crowd (and in the end more people there were more people in the ground today who cared about the game than an actual Grand Final), wall-to-wall media coverage of our players and an air of "anything could happen" hope. Most importantly you could tell it was a Grand Final because Melbourne put in a shithouse performance.
It's also a key sign that we're involved in a big game when the President or another key administrator does an interview, gets high on the idea of boosting the crowd and is rolled into making some outrageous statement about how big this club 'could' be. Let's not get too far ahead of ourselves here. The poor bastard probably had a 45 minute interview, made the rookie mistake of throwing in one off-hand comment about how he wants us to be Victoria's version the New York Yankees and suddenly that's the only thing anybody takes from it. But more on that later.
The first step on every Queen's Birthday Monday, before hope briefly flourishes and is then extinguished, is to make sure that Her Majesty hasn't 'gone in the night' and that we're not actually playing King's Birthday again for the first time since 1951. It's not her birthday anyway, but it does seem rude to be celebrating a public holiday (no matter how cheap) in the name of somebody who passed away just hours before. With due respect to our head of state she's not a young lady, and once she goes there will be three men in line. From there it would take a King Ralph (this guy, not Jon) style tragedy to put a woman back in the top job. Here at Demonblog we're backing the royal family's answer to Maia Westrupp the #52 in line Zenouska Mowatt.
The point (eventually) being that if by the time we get to Monday 8 June 2015 her majesty has pulled the pin (voluntarily or otherwise) then the last Queen's Birthday match you will ever see in your life involved us kicking 3.10.28. What a fitting tribute to her lengthy reign. While I foolishly had my hopes up that we could extend the Pies (who let's not forget had won seven in a row) I certainly didn't see that final scoreline coming, especially 22 seconds in after Nathan Jones kicked what I suspect is the quickest first quarter goal I've ever seen by a Melbourne player. From there we kicked the ball through the big sticks three more times all day, one of them didn't count and somehow I find myself abjectly disappointed by a final margin I'd have gleefully taken before the day began.
The difference between this year and Queen's Birthday matches 2008-2013 was that there was at least a slight element of fear amongst opposition fans. It didn't seem realistic that we'd win but at least unlike last year (where we scored 39) when Neeld was 99% along the plank with sharks circling underneath and the only question was how much we'd get beaten by there was at least an outside chance of a boilover.
I first smelt the fear when heckled by a Pies fan while walking to the ground. In the genteel surroundings of Kew Junction a flag-carrying black and white nutbag spotted me from across the road and yelled something indecipherable with a look of hate in his eyes. My first instinct was to yell back a stream of obscenities and tell him to put the bloody flag away because he's a grown man not an eight-year-old but what's the point? It's like going to a rally of racists (where you'll probably find several Pies fans) and trying to reason with them. Let the lower rungs of society (whoever they support) do whatever gets them through the day - I also walked past 10,000 other Collingwood fans today who didn't act like filth so I'm not trying to perpetuate hackneyed stereotypes here.
Nutbags aside now that they've won Pies fans will deny they were worried, remind us that they've won a flag recently and crack some rib-tickler about snow season but there's no doubt it was there and after that first goal it was bubbling up. When Vince hoofed the ball out of the middle at the start and Jones kicked the goal there was a collective intake of breath amongst the opposition because at that point - 0.22 of Q1 - we looked right up for it. And that we were, even when they dominated the next few minutes after the goal our pressure was good and the defence was holding up nicely even if we started kicking like we had peg legs.
There's no point denying it, with memories of Travis treating Jared Rivers with contempt a couple of years ago still fresh in the mind I was shitting myself when Dunn went on him, but even allowing for the fact that Cloke isn't half the player he was then Dunn has improved about 20 times over and absolutely thrashed him today. One-on-one was a worry but even then Dunn beat him a few times in what was (spoiler) a best on ground performance. He had 20 kicks and 87.5% efficiency and had the most rebound for us 50's in a game since 2011. You never know when it's going to go backwards (see Nathan Carroll 2006) but he's on a career best hot-streak considering he looked all but gone a couple of years ago when he was being used as the sub every week.
While Dunn has been great this year and could very well be in the All-Australian side if he's lucky the Neville Jetta story is probably even more impressive. At least Dunn started to pick up in the second half of last year so there was some hint of what was to come, Jetta had some idiots calling for him to be chopped once and for all after his first game this season and he's bounced back in the best form of his career - including flogging the bejesus out of Jamie Elliott and taking nine marks today. Like everyone else in the Melbourne backline it could go wrong for him at any moment but I'm thrilled to see him bounce back from being delisted to successfully reboot his career by playing fearless, tough football. What about the bit where he kicked straight into the man on the mark then backed it up by storming the bloke and taking him down with a crunching balls and all tackle? Here's to more of that.
So the defence wasn't bad, and despite Tyson getting his first taste of the great Demon Media Curse by being tagged to death the midfield wasn't doing too badly considering what they were up against. Daniel Cross was certainly doing his bit for recruit of the year status by condemning Beams to the same sort of tagging hell as Tyson and effectively keeping him out of the game until the last quarter. With Nathan Jones chugging along doing what he does, Vince playing a good game on Pendlebury and Viney trying his guts out at every contest (even if his disposal was shonky) the midfield were doing well to. That just left the crucial element of scoring enough to win the game, which is where everything began to go horribly wrong.
Even with Frawley, Dawes, Gawn and Pederson working their arse off up and down the ground our attack has rarely looked any more impotent than it did today - and that counts games where we've lost by more than 100 points. The issue was that while the four talls were fine in getting the ball on the half-forward flank they couldn't repeat the trick when they got near the goal and so our decent goal-scoring opportunities were ridiculously few and far between. Whether it was them or the delivery is debatable, but while it's patently obvious that you're never going to win games scoring 28 points I'd suggest you're not going to have too much luck if all your marks inside 50 are taken on the boundary line either.
Eventually it was like everybody stopped expecting us to take a mark inside 50 so they didn't bother trying to kick it in quickly, then eventually even the forwards didn't start running and we slowed to quicksand pace, doing a round 1 and kicking sideways or backwards to try and get something happening. Collingwood weren't having any of that but weren't playing well enough to put us to the sword so the game just plodded along as a stalemate most of the time.
There's no doubt the forwards were trying but they just never looked likely. At half-time Pedo and Frawley were both on world record pace for marks but one took two or three between them in the whole second half. Dawes tried hard without much success, but even with absolutely no hope of crumb in that forward line we stuck with them until the Kennedy-Harris cockup in the last seconds of the third quarter. It was undeserved considering we never looked like kicking a decent score after the first minute, but I think I speak for all the MFC faithful when I say if we'd somehow managed to win the Slurry Cup we'd have been celebrating like it was the greatest game of all. Amongst all this impotence Bernie Vince did perform a piece of classic crumb, but considering there was only a handful of stoppages in front of our goal quick snaps out of the pack were never going to be the route to success.
As pleased as I am that the defensive effort kept Collingwood since 2010 I can't help but get depressed about the forward situation. Assuming the best case scenario with Jesse Hogan is a few token games at the end of the season what have we got in reserve that can boost our chances of kicking a decent score? The best I can do is Kent or Blease so it might be time to give JFK a rest and try one of them instead - and not as the bloody sub either. They're hardly options worth opening the wine cellar for but today clearly showed that we need to get smaller, quicker players who can kick goals near our forward line instead of stacking it with giants.
Unfortunately up and down the ground some of the old habits started to creep in. After my years of complaining about players not shepherding it was pleasing to see On The Couch highlight two times when Terlich got left high and dry by his teammates not blocking for him in defence. We're a lot better at doing this than we were the last couple of years but if there's anywhere that you should be trying to lay a bump to give your teammates more time it's in defence - and especially when you've got several players who are prone to comedy kicking mishaps.
The good news was that the Pies were equally as shit. Perhaps we dragged them a little too far down to our level and it would have left us all with a nicer taste in the mouth if both sides had kicked five more goals for the day, but there was no doubt that they were rattled for great swathes of the first three quarters. The number of times they got fantastically lucky with a horrible panicked kick or handball was obscene. That's the sort of stuff that usually goes horribly wrong for us but today seemed to either wind up in their favour or at worst breaking even. To quote noted American special comments man Kurtis Blow - these are the breaks. Would anything have helped us kick a winning score today? I doubt it.
Despite going to half-time on two goals there was still an air of optimism based on the fact that they'd only scored three. Even though I'm willing to concede that by the end the game had become total shite (despite a severe lack of stoppages, so stick that up your arse people who blame congestion for everything) I thought the first half was actually fascinating to watch. As I've said before don't goals mean so much more when there's not many of them being kicked?
Maybe it's just because I was invested in the game and would probably have switched over to The Simpsons if I was watching at home but for a five goal half it was actually fun to watch. The second half, on the other hand, was tripe and without Frawley and Pedo marking everything that came near them our attack was even uglier than it had been in the first half - and my god people reading this in the future it was VERY ugly. Yet we were still in it, and had the Jetta/Vince/umpire handball/goal/no goal/get fucked incident not occurred we'd have been within four points late in the term with everything to play for. I refuse to believe we would have overhauled them but at least it would have made things interesting.
Having not seen any replays, and I seriously doubt I'm going to bother, it seems that the ball was either called back because a) he was off his mark or b) the umpire hadn't seen the handball and thought Vince was just swooping on a loose ball and kicking a goal. If the answer is a) then I think I can handle it (even if Pendlebury did exactly the same thing down the other end 30 seconds later and nobody cared) but if it turns out to be b) I'm going to join Carlton fans in storming AFL HQ tomorrow morning and burning Wayne Campbell's office down. For the self-professed greatest game on earth we do seem to spend a lot of time concentrating on bizarre umpiring interpretations and stuff ups.
It would have been an ever better body-blow had the repeat effort worked when Jetta handballed to Dunn for his flying ping. Surely letting us do exactly the same play twice in a row would have thrown the cat amongst the pigeons at Collingwood and caused them to collapse in a heap. Perhaps not, but it would have been much better than the alternative which was them having one shot on goal for a behind then achieving the fabled seven point play by capitalising on Kennedy-Harris' botched marking attempt to get a goal with 30 seconds left. Which was an ironic considering I'd sat there for 20 minutes whinging about them not bringing him on when we needed a zippier forward, then the moment he shows up he costs us a goal. According to Roos he wasn't even supposed to be at that end of the ground, which really just makes it worse.
We were still in it at three-quarter time but it would have taken a massive implosion from Collingwood at that point to give us a chance. Who'd have thought the last goal we'd see would be the disallowed Vince one? Well, given that we'd only kicked three all day it wasn't the strangest idea ever floated. Once they kicked the first goal of the last quarter it was over, and we ran out the next 25 minutes with listless, excitement free, safety first football with a few missed shots on goal thrown in to torment those of us who stayed. There were not many people who could claim it as their finest hour and I wish to never speak of it again after tonight.
Stat My Bitch Up
One for the nerds (e.g me) today. It was our equal fifth lowest score since 1980, which is wonderful, and the equal lowest I've seen in person alongside North fisting us at Docklands last year. Also the lowest number of free kicks we've received in a game since records have been kept and the second least given to a team in any game (behind Fremantle/Footscray last week) since 2004. No surprise really considering the ball spent most of the game dinking from one side to the other or going backwards but the umpires have clearly decided that the less frees they call every week the less shit they'll cop for getting something wrong. Ask a Carlton fan how that's going if you can stop them from throwing a cinder block through Wayne's window long enough.
More importantly on a stat front it's horrible news for those of you on #2013watch who are hoping that we might not end up with an even lower average points-per-game this year than last. A few good weeks in a row before this gave us some hope of avoiding record breaking forward line futility for a second consecutive year, but today's fiasco has dropped us back to 61.09ppg. This still leaves us behind the Neeld/Craig figure of 66.13ppg. Thank god our defence is about 76 times better, but bloody hell could we just kick 20 goals against one side at some point to pad the figures? If we play like today again we'll be lucky to kick 20 goals in a month, and whisper it quietly last place is very much still on the cards if we don't pull our finger out soon.
2014 Allen Jakovich Medal votes
5 - Lynden Dunn
4 - Daniel Cross
3 - Neville Jetta
2 - Bernie Vince
1 - Nathan Jones
Apologies to Pedersen who might have snuck in for the last vote and all of Frawley, Bail, Gawn, Dawes, Howe and McDonald who had a dip but didn't deserve votes.
Leaderboard
Tyson's trip tagging hell causes him to fall back, with Dunn now suddenly a solid contender to be the first defender ever to win the award. He's also just weeks away from confirming victory in the Seecamp, with Nifty Neville Jetta of all people now the nearest challenger a full 18 votes behind.
32 - Nathan Jones
24 - Dom Tyson
22 - Lynden Dunn (Leader: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
16 - Daniel Cross
9 - Cameron Pedersen, Jack Viney
8 - Chris Dawes, James Frawley
7 - Bernie Vince
5 - Jeremy Howe, Jack Watts
4 - Neville Jetta
3 - Matt Jones, Tom McDonald, Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jack Grimes, Mark Jamar (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Jake Spencer (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year)
Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
In the worst field ever congratulations to Nathan Jones. You know the one. To go along with his three Jakovich medals and two Paul Prymke plate wins Jones receives a tour of Ballarat's Kryal Kastle conducted by locals Darren Jolly, Stewart Gull and Anthony McDonald. Apologies to Bernard Vince for his crumbing effort (and the one he got rorted out of) which warmed the hearts of crumb lovers everywhere.

In keeping with the 'our grand final' theme the banner was a smashing success this week, with top points for the innovative inclusion of cartoon superhero characters. Our banners continue to innovate while others just roll out the same slop that they've been dishing out for the last 10 years so at least that's one aspect of football that we're better than anyone else at.
The Pies banner wasn't a complete washout, which is nice considering that the people who pay $750 to be in the cheersquad (pardon?) don't even get to make it, but minus points for rhyming "band" and "stand", going for the US "onto" instead of the English "on to" and having a punce curtain (only about 1/3 the size of the Carlton one though) for the players to run through. It's an outright poleaxing to the Dees this time. 11-0 for the season and looking unbeatable.
Crowd Watch
In the end we fell short of the 80,000 the club was angling for, but the end result was pretty good considering that when in the depths of despair last year we struggled to 50k. I can hardly point figures at people for not showing up last year considering I was interstate at the time, but it seemed like a decent turnout for our fans. Considering the reputation we've got for being bandwagon scum I'm pleased to report that there were far more Pies fans there in Reject Shop scarves in beanies that say COLLINGWOOD or MELBOURNE instead of the officially licensed ones that say MAGPIES or DEMONS and actually support your club instead of the $2 Shop.
The 'entertainment' (off-field variety) was also infinitely better than it had been two years ago. Not that it would be hard, obviously the Scotch College Marching Band were already booked to play at a yachting regatta so they weren't able to repeat their 'well received' turn in 2012. I'm all for embracing the stereotype of being filthy rich but that was worse than the bugler and the 2011 flag raising gimmick combined.
Sadly what could have been an outrageous, legitimately entertaining success with the first annual AHG Mascot Race fell short due to the unfortunate conditions in which it was contested. It's a proven statistical fact that you can't beat a mascot race and if you need any convincing get on YouTube, type "Mascot Grand National" in spend the next hour looking at people in silly costumes crashing into each other on an English racecourse.
Unfortunately this was one was clearly not sanctioned by the International Mascot Racing Association, as the Stawell Gift style handicapping system was a bit of a farce in a race that only went for about 50 metres. I might be a mascot racing purist, but I'd like to see them do at least 200m with some obstacles involved. Even the most strident anti-jumps racing campaigner couldn't argue against the Cancer Council penguin and the Nando's chicken being forced over some small hurdles. It's not like the penguin is going to get shot if the person in it breaks a leg. In the end a camel won courtesy of the most ridiculous unpenalised false start since Seinfeld vs Meyer 1994 and was then set upon by other mascots in the traditional manner.
Meanwhile it was good to see that 'the kids' were totally excluded from half-time this week, replaced by that ridiculous Mars Kick to Kick competition (the 'winners' were again all in the first 50 ticket numbers, proving that the whole thing is a swizz), an AFL 9's game featuring adults and some other match featuring middle aged people trying not to have a heart attack on the other side of the ground. Why bother giving the kids an experience of a lifetime when you can make a few bucks and promote 9s by having a game go on without anybody paying the slightest interest?
In the stands it was a delightful afternoon as usual in Row MM, alongside mystery pipes and with bird shit on every seat. The downside to the large (for us) attendance was crowd sprawl meaning it was the first time I've ever sat there and had anybody I didn't know within five rows. Sadly for fans of crowd disorder those at the back were generally well-behaved and there wasn't any potential action other than the woman sitting in front of us taking a few seconds out from doing duckface selfies with her equally ugly partner to turn around mockingly when the Pies started smacking us in the last quarter. As with the nutbag in Kew Junction I was too diplomatic/cowardly to engage.
Sounds like if I'd really wanted to go on an anthropological survey of the flotsam and jetsam of the community it might have been better to sit with the cheersquad and join the melee with a scumbag Pies fan. I'd love an insight into the thought process that goes towards starting a punch-up in celebration at unconvincingly beating Melbourne when even the kings of flat-track bullying West Coast have tonked in more spectacular fashion this year. It's not like the Pies are going to shoot to premiership favouritism on the back of that performance so perhaps just take the win and piss off back to the Gatwick Hotel. No doubt these people show up and make a fool of themselves every week. Do the ground and the authorities give a rats? Probably not.
The West Wing
Other than last year when we were at rock bottom and nobody could be fooled otherwise has there been a recent Queen's Birthday where one of our administrators hasn't come out trying to position us as the next big thing in football? This year it was President Bartlett's chance, wisely waiting until our first game of the year in front of a reasonable crowd to make the rookie mistake of assuming we've got an automatic right to icon status just because we're called Melbourne. Strangely enough nobody ever seems to want to have wide ranging interviews about the future of the Demons and how we're the city's team when we've just played Gold Coast in front of 17,000 people.
It's hard to get too upset about the article because he probably said hundreds of sensible things then got stitched up because of the Yankees line. It's a noble aim to think that one day people will come to Melbourne to see us play, but that sort of view is hardly compatible with a club that is (rightfully I may add given our current situation) selling two of our MCG games interstate every year. We're more a Houston Astros sort of organisation at the moment - with player salaries four times less than the league leaders, not a jot won since 1965 and a recent record for being utter shite.
I would agree with his comments that the logo is too busy but I'm not as violently opposed to it as some. Those figures from the members survey that were leaked online showed that he's not lying about a majority of people favouring it, but what wasn't mentioned is that you only got one choice out of four or five and that the preferential system wasn't in effect. The thread on Demonland which had the actual figures has been neutered to remove them (conspiracy!) but I'm sure the current one it didn't even crack 50%. If you asked people "should we have a new logo? Y/N" I bet it'd actually lose, but it's hardly the most important issue at the moment.
Other than that I'm reasonably happy with everything said other than the suggestion that "passionate people" are telling him we have to include the word 'Melbourne' in the song. There will be murder if they try that. As an exercise go through the song and see how you could possibly manage it without butchering the thing. You can't. You could replace the "Whatta we sing?" bit with "Mel-bourne!" but that's not even officially in the song and would sound horrible. You only have to listen to the new version Adelaide song to know how easy it is to turn a great tune into a shocker.
Anyway best of luck to him, he's not the first to be rolled into suggesting that our name alone should be the catalyst for great things in the last 20 years and he won't be the last. This administration has done good-work so far and I know he's got the club's interests at heart but surely what he would have actually said if it wasn't so politically unsound would be "We're hoping North relocate to Tasmania and St Kilda merge with Footscray so we can live a comfortable middle class existence for the next hundred years."
Next Week
It's the Jobe-less Bombers in the Sunday afternoon graveyard shift. The start time combined with it being an away game and the perception that we're going to kick three goals again (as we very well might) should ensure that there's about 2000 of our fans present.
I'd say we'll give it a fair shake but even though they've been shite for the last few weeks they'll eventually have enough in the tank to beat us. As for changes I desperately need to see Toumpas play a full game. Salem couldn't get near it today so as good as he's been in his brief career so far I'd be happy for him to go back to Casey and smack a few inferior players around before mounting a glorious comeback in the next few weeks. It's a week off for poor old Sam "What a shit trade" Edmund after both Salem and Tyson did stuff all, but we'll have the last laugh in the end.
As for Matt Jones he's played every game since his debut but I don't think we owe him a start any more. He does a few nice things every week but as much as I hate the idea of "he won't play in our next premiership side" (because no such thing exists) we're not playing for the finals so it's time to start giving some other players a go just to see if they're worth persisting with. Like the newly re-signed Spencil I think he'll eventually end up as a depth player so with nothing else to play for send him back to the 2's as a rev-up and give somebody else a bash at it.
IN: Toumpas, Riley, Kent
OUT: Salem, M. Jones, Kennedy-Harris (omit)
UNLUCKY: McKenzie just because I want to have another look at The Pornographer.
Was it worth it?
Not only was it possibly the last Queen's Birthday ever but it marked another year we've gotten away with Collingwood letting us have the gate receipts from a large crowd with no questions asked. Just for that it's always worth whatever level of humiliation we cop from the game. Considering our final score the level isn't too severe today, so let's take the money, burn the master tapes and get on with preparing for next week.
Final Thoughts
Looking at the queues of people slowly shuffling into Richmond Station - even on the less popular entrance over the eastern side of Punt Road - I realised I couldn't join them without having a nervous breakdown and decking somebody. A hatred of large crowds is perfectly compatible with being a Melbourne fan 15 times a year, this wasn't one of them. Even the idea of going four stations on the train with footy fans made me ill.
Instead I decided to recycle a move from the depression sessions of early 2013 when hope was being crushed with a vice-like force and walk home. Fresh air and the chance to listen to Mark Fine treat Chris from Camberwell with contempt then cut him off before his second long-winded and pointless topic, what more could anyone ask for?
It's more than likely that by the end of the season Demonblog Towers VIII (Hawthorn) will be replaced by Demonblog Towers IX (Viewbank) so I will miss the opportunity to get over disappointing results by wandering down Swan Street then through a darkened park with headphones in comfortable in the knowledge that I won't be robbed, stabbed or molested. Once I move to the new location walking's out and piling into Jolimont Station with 10,000 people is back in. How uncouth.
Then again maybe I'll make the full season here. The place was supposed to be finished in February and the last time I looked all it had was a kitchen bench and a bath so who knows when it'll be ready. I'll probably still be in this exact spot when Jesse Hogan is a 35-year-old, 1000 goal, four time premiership player with the Dockers. Everything in my life is currently under construction.
Sunday, 1 June 2014
A Town Called Malice
Welcome to an alternative universe, one where I'm legitimately broken hearted that we didn't manage to beat the best team in the competition. Not just thrilled that we were competitive, not saying "oh well, that's life" but actually distressed that we pushed them so far but couldn't finish it off.
This is the MFC I distantly remember. It's like I was run over by a bus immediately after we lost to Fremantle in the 2006 finals, woke up at 1.39pm AEST yesterday, asked "where in buggery is this game being played?" then expected to watch us play like a senior football team instead of an abject wreck in the process of being slowly restored by a team of skilled craftsmen. But here we are, having just blown a golden chance against the top side in the competition and like it would have in 2006 (or 2010 or the first half of 2011) it is still making me feel ill several hours later.
Had we won it would have been quite the upset. Don't be fooled that nobody's taking them seriously as a premiership threat (I picked them to finish 10th so that's a bit awkward now). Sludging to a victory over us today won't help their chances of getting some respect as a legitimate contender, but even if you've gone from writing Sydney off six weeks ago to deciding they're premiership certainties (you fickle bastard and.. wait, that's exactly what I've done with Port) you've got to concede that the Power are at a minimum a Preliminary Final calibre team. We are, at our best a 12th place calibre team. There have been bigger upsets in recent years, but after our momentum has slowly built through the season it would have caused an outbreak of Dee Fever even more contagious than the deadly Ebola virus. People would have been lining up for Queen's Birthday tickets from 10 minutes after the final siren.
But no, class showed in the end and personally I hope Port go on and win the whole thing. Without even having to invoke the "Kick a Vic" rule where I'd rather any interstate team except GWS to win the flag than a local side so I don't have to hear about it I've got a fondness for Port because a) they gave the world Choke Yourself With A Tie and b) the team that is now top of the ladder features roughly half the same players who in the two weeks following our 186 point capitulation managed to lose by 138 and 165. There's proof that any playing group can be turned around quickly if the dead wood is replaced smartly with the right people in charge.
Even taking my 2004 Grand Final celebration fetishism out of the conversation (now, and probably forever, my favourite non-Demon AFL moment), and admitting that for all their great work since the start of last year they still only finished "7th" thanks to Essendon's doping antics, their transformation both on and off-field should open everyone's eyes to what could (and that's a big could) happen to us. Somebody was having a pop at them the other day for suddenly having 30,000 fans jumping on the bandwagon. League leading team playing exciting football in a shiny new stadium is popular - what a shocker that is. I won't hear a word against them unless it's about their song.
And after all that we almost toppled them. Like the Footscray game a few cheap ones late in the game means that any cursory glance at the scores in the future won't show how close we got but we really were up to our eyeballs in it until the last three minutes - and while I'm still in a foul mood about the result the difference is that last year we felt like this when we lost against teams at the arse end of the ladder but just accepted being brutalised by top sides. You can now watch full matches against quality sides without having to peer through your fingers, and this is a good thing.
For all the angst about throwing it away in the end we might never have gotten close enough if Port had really put us away in the first quarter. It was looking seriously grim at 0-26, we didn't look any chance of kicking a goal and I was scurrying for the record books to see the last time we finished the first quarter on 0.0 (answer: not long enough ago), but I'm overjoyed with the way they absorbed the early kicking, regrouped and got back into it.
Midweek I was saying that I'd be thrilled to get a repeat of the Geelong NAB Challenge game in Alice Springs (expectations are always at their lowest midweek) where we stayed with them for most of the day, gave it a decent crack for most of the day then lost out late in the last quarter - but I didn't expect it to be similar in so many ways. Other than losing one of our most exciting youngsters to a long-term injury in an incident that nobody seems to have witnessed we wasted early chances, conceded a shitload of goals then came back to get in a position where we might have pulled off a shock win before the 'better' side won out in the end. And so it was, but unlike three months ago when we were still complete toilet I have now developed a greed for wins.
I've identified what - for me at least - is so different about the experience of watching this club in 2014 compared to the previous two. It's not just having some semblance of pride and enjoyment of sport, but it's that opposition goals now mean so much that I'm terrified whenever we don't have the ball. Given that we spent so much time trying to keep it away from Port's it's obvious that I wasn't the only one who felt that way, but gone are the days (at least temporarily - one can never relax) where you just expect that no matter how well our defence plays that they'll eventually concede 20 goals through sheer weight of numbers.
Unfortunately for them even though we almost always lose the inside 50 count it makes their occasional hara-kiri style defensive errors stand out like dogs balls because now we don't just go "oh well" and get on with waiting for the midfield to bleed another 75 inside 50's a quarter. This is not great news for the King of Sizzle, Terlich and Grimes who are all prone to the odd comedy moment down back. I'm especially sad about the latter, because I'm sure he used to have such lovely disposal, and while he played a great game defensively today some of his options and disposals for shithouse. Admittedly Dom Tyson did the same, and not to spoil the votes he might have been one of our best players, but for some reason it seems so much more gruesome and memorable when it happens in the back line.
But amongst the bad there was so much good. Amidst the terror of a tight game and Tony Shaw on special comments I was actually having fun watching. Not that you'd have known this when I was pacing up and down my loungeroom swearing during the last quarter. It's a far cry from sitting back with feet up laughing as we got tonked thanks to a non-stop cavalcade of comedic errors. Not that I look back with any fondness at the post-186 era but it seemed like a much simpler time to write about the Melbourne Football Club. It was easy to spot the one or two good pieces of play in a game and hard to unjustly leave players out of the bests when there often weren't enough to fill five spots anyway. Now I sit here agonising over the five players to put in, what order to put them in and after pressing publish await the backlash from people whose favourites were left out. I think I like it better this way.
With the terror of losing suddenly flowing through my veins every week I feel as if I'm watching most of the game in a nervous fog, but even if I was in an induced coma I'd still be able to tell that Tyson and Salem are going to be quality players. I know we said that about Jurrah, Gysberts and god knows who else but this time I feel it's actually going to happen. Sam Edmund is still bravely soldiering on with his name attached to that article but the predicted staff writers switch can't be far away now. We all know about Tyson, but this week Salem joined in with easily his best game yet. I still think there's plenty of hope for Toumpas, and it must be easier to come into a team that is only half wank than to be rushed into an unfolding natural disaster like Jimmy was in 2013 but Salem's game was already better than anything JT has put together in a year and a half.
He even had the star quality to make sure that his one handed gather and set-up of the goal for Rohan Bail (who for all the shit I've hung on him over the years was fantastic again) late in the second quarter happened in perfect position so the poor camera man who was forced to contend with having a tree in his way all day could capture it perfectly. Christian will not require directions to Casey Fields any time soon.

Neither will Jay Kennedy-Harris (unless he falls victim to the modern curse of 'resting'), who had an almost unheard of (for Melbourne players anyway) 19 touches at 100% efficiency. The kids are alright, and if Jesse Hogan ever walks again he could be the most exciting of all of them.
As enjoyable as our slow burning comeback from midway through the first quarter was, I was almost as excited by the fact that we were paying tribute to ex-Demon Alistair Clarkson by playing unsociable football which was clearly frustrating the Port players - who would later respond by going the unnecessary biff. Unfortunately for Chris Dawes the AFL hates him so much that even when he's not out there the league are trying to get him suspended.

For the future record it was Jamar who took the fresh air shot, and the only thing the AFL's reporter got right about the incident was that if he had connected he wouldn't be playing next week - and that would hurt considering he's been at 2010 vintage since coming back. Our depth isn't great, so as much as I love pressure, niggle, gamesmanship, kidology and barely concealed cheating let's keep the actual violence at a 'reprimand' level or cloak it in enough doubt so that it stands up in a tribunal appeal.
Unfortunately while the latest outbreak of unprovoked Russian aggression was followed by our second goal in a row (courtesy of a sweet dummy and handball by Watts to Buddy Frawley) we then went and did the most cliched Melbourne FC move in the playbook and handed them the goal back straight out of the centre 45 seconds later. Bad enough that it was to Kane Mitchell who looks like a disco pimp from 1981, but what a momentum killer. Just as I'd started to think we were going to actually avoid getting flogged that happens and the idea getting whacked by 99 points comes becomes a sensible one again.
Thankfully we managed to hold them for the rest of the quarter, and actually played some decent football to end it. More accurately we forced them to play badly, and what more can you ask for in a match like this? We held Schultz well after he'd wrecked several dud teams already this year, and Wingard could barely get near it before Schultz registered his biggest hit all day by knocking him out so that was two of the better ones looked after. Why couldn't we do the same against the Pies? And why won't there be some bullshit medal awarded to Dom Tyson for best on ground on Queen's Birthday?
The first quarter was played under the recent theme of umpires refusing to pay kicks that travelled anywhere between 13 and 20 metres. Eventually even they gave up and started paying anything, so that's consistency out the window. The conspiracy theorist in me says that it's a directive to try and get everyone used to 20m kicks before next year's round of unnecessary stuffing around attempts to engineer somebody's vision of 'attractive football'. And if that doesn't help enhance crowds and viewing figures what's next? 16-a-side? Supergoals? Merging with the NBL?
There were more bizarre decisions throughout the day but I'm not sure why we expect any more from the officials when one of them was looking directly at Wingard collapsing to the ground motionless and decided to let play go on for another minute. Fair enough if there's no break in play and the other team is belting down the other end at speed (also known as 'playing against Melbourne') but he had every opportunity to hold things up and get the poor bastard off the ground and into the hands of the doctors. Talk about duty of care, if we hadn't graciously conceded a free just outside 50 it's possible that the umpires would have let play go on for as long enough that Wingard would have come to and started playing again as if nothing had happened.
Despite kicking the first goal thanks to the constantly resurgent Pedo we still didn't look up to a comeback until halfway through the quarter when Port went completely to water and began playing like us. They couldn't get the ball out of defence while we constantly battered the door down and eventually got three goals in a row. Of course anybody who has watched us play for more than five minutes knew that eventually we were going to get a huge team lifting goal then concede one straight out of the middle, and just as we got close that's exactly what we did. But this side is made of sterner stuff than previous incarnations and the Salem/Bail goal got us back into it at half time. Being in games at half time against top teams? Outrageous!
So much the better in the third quarter when we continued to stop them from running up and down the ground at will and that man Pedo did it again, marking despite receiving a touch up from the Port player that **** ****** (name removed pending the outcome of a legal hearing) would be proud of delivering then kicking it from a ludicrous angle without even trying to run around. The man can do no wrong at the moment. All hail the three year contract.
We got another goal to extend the margin to 10 after Wingard was KO'ed, but not for the first time this year we actually went backwards after a player was forced from the field. It happened against Adelaide, Carlton and Richmond (where we got away it) and the Bulldogs (where we didn't). We were absolutely battering them at this point, but even with Wingard off (or possibly because of it considering he'd done nothing) we managed to give away the lead within a couple of minutes. Such is the life of a mediocre team.
With an injury free team and a fresh Toumpas on for Gawn I still held out the usual childlike hope of victory going into the last quarter, and who knows what would have happened if we'd taken a couple of chances early on. We still looked like we had more gas in the tank than Port at this point, and I foolishly allowed myself to believe when Toumpas and Salem combined for the goal which put us back in front. How good was Salem's shepherd to give Jimmy the time to pick up the ball and equally how good was it that he kept running to receive the pass? What a difference from the dark days of last year when Jake Spencer was the only person in the side even remotely interested in running to put a block on for a teammate. Amazing what happens when you create an atmosphere where players don't feel as if they're trapped in a North Korean labour camp.
Then just as Mark Neeld was turning his phone on for the first time since June last year and getting ready to answer questions for a Herald Sun clickbait article about how he had "laid for the foundation for our stunning upset", Port thwarted those plans by running over the top of us. It shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise given that they've been cleaning teams up in last quarters all year but they looked half dead in the third quarter so I did hold out some hope that we could run them into the ground. Sadly we blew too many chances in the first few minutes of the last and when the time came to actually win the game we were as stuffed as they were.
In the end it wasn't to be. Lazy kicks and half-arsed fatigued attempts at tackling put us away. If somebody had pressured Polec, doing his first good thing all day after being tagged to buggery by Cross, instead of letting him walk into goal we might have still been a chance but as it was all effort had been expended and we ended up rolling over and dying with dignity - but not before we gave a good side a shake without the benefit of them committing suicide with their kicking at goal first (see Essendon 2012. In fact see it as many times as you can), and as a supporter you can be prouder of that than about 95% of the landfill football served up last season.
Uniform Watch
Our Indigenous Round jumper looked good, but let's be honest that was more because of the red MFC monogram on the blue guernsey rather than the actual indigenous content which was nice enough if you got it in the right light and could actually see it. At least it was a step above Essendon's which despite playing in the showcase game of the whole round appeared to feature one dinky little patch under the armpit which you had to strain to see.
Commentator's Corner
A few weeks ago I heard 'Derm' (or Mr. Indigenous Round as he's also known) lamenting how terrible the game is these days and that he's got less interest in it now than at any time in his life. Which is comforting considering he must be getting paid a fortune to commentate on something he's lost the passion for. He cited stoppages as one of the reasons why we need widespread alterations to the rules. Which is hardly compatible with the fact that he spent four quarters of this game demanding players either kick down the line or take the ball out of bounds.
I'd say that it could have been worse and Dwayne might have been involved but there's no doubt that BT has stormed into the lead as the commentator most likely to make you kick your TV in. Thankfully we never play interstate games on a Thursday, Saturday or Monday night so if he's calling our game I'm either not there or watching it on a replay but those of you who are interstate/overseas/infirm have my sympathies at having to listen to him do our games. The other night he was speculating that we might have flown to Sydney for a game in 1903. I don't expect him to be an authority on world history, but given that the Wright Brothers didn't even fire up until December of that year I'm not entirely convinced that any sane person could think commercial aviation had been invented.
2014 Allen Jakovich Medal votes
Relatively difficult one here, with plenty of entrants in the battle royale for the top five. DT had some high profile cock-ups - especially in the last quarter - but what he did well was jaw-droppingly good. Dunn might not have achieved jaw-drop status but my god has he chosen a great time to come good just as he's a free agent. He also had some nervy moments late on (i.e that horrid attempt at a torp from the kick-in) but was otherwise great down back again. As for Nathan Jones what else needs to be said? Safe as houses.
5 - Dom Tyson
4 - Lynden Dunn
3 - Nathan Jones
2 - Rohan Bail
1 - Cameron Pedersen
Apologies to Cross, Frawley, Howe, Jamar, Jetta, Kennedy-Harris Salem, Vince and Viney who were unlucky not to pocket at least one vote.
Leaderboard
I might have been a bit hasty in declaring that it was all over as Tyson starts to chip away at the three-time champion's lead but with one more round before the halfway mark of the season it would take a Jakovich-esque second half of the year for anybody to challenge these two. Dunn has extended his lead on Howe in the Seecamp to 12, JFK has a shaky lead in the Hilton with Salem threatening to swamp him and Jamar can consider himself unlucky to still be grappling with The Spencil in Stynes voting thanks to ending up in the apologies almost every week.
The traditional mid-season audit will also be conducted on the votes next week, and this is usually where I realised that I've ripped somebody off out of a couple so expect to see a couple of unexplained alterations in the chart after next week.
31 - Nathan Jones
24 - Dom Tyson
17 - Lynden Dunn (Leader: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
12 - Daniel Cross
9 - Cameron Pedersen, Jack Viney
8 - Chris Dawes, James Frawley
5 - Jeremy Howe, Bernie Vince, Jack Watts
3 - Matt Jones, Tom McDonald, Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jack Grimes, Mark Jamar (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Neville Jetta, Jake Spencer (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year)
Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
There's plenty of public support for Dom Tyson's tackle, turn, feign handball and hoof from distance combination move that put us in front during the third quarter, but while I'm pleased to say that it narrowly won the weekly prize (a night at the Dromana Drive-In with Heath Neville, Andre Gianfagna and Brendan Van Schaik. BYO car) it also lacked the sheer oomph of the goal against Carlton that kicked off the Pedolution. It also lost style points from the ball dribbling through the square. Runner up - Salem's one handed gather and kick to Bail.

I was pleased with Port's effort, the letters were nicely spaced, there was no punce curtain and a nice, thick font. However ours was up to its normal excellent standard and was wider. Considering it had to be hauled a longer distance to get there that's the winning show of commitment for a game in the middle of nowhere. Once again the Dees are tested but come out on top to extend their record to 10-0 for the season.
Crowd Watch
Well there wasn't much of one, but the ones who were there seemed to enjoy themselves. Unlike Skoda Stadium it's harder to rort the figures when there's only 25,000 people who live in the city, so unfortunately we're now involved in the lowest drawing AFL premiership match for 20 years (yeah, but what about paying patrons vs free tickets?) Thankfully you can put an asterix next to it in the record books, because even if 120 people had turned up we'd have pocketed over half a mil just for being there.
I admit that even though a second game in the Northern Territory was flagged at the start of last year when we were at our skintest, I still got a bit silly when it was officially announced and decided that it was part of a conspiracy to at least partially relocate the club as payback for the millions of dollars that the AFL gave us.
Somebody from the club who shall remain nameless was very nice to point out to me that there's a contract with the league for two games to be played in the Territory every year, so instead of making a fortune for playing one game in Darwin we may as well host both and double the payout while we so desperately need the cash. Furthermore there's no plans to sell any more than two games and would I please stop complaining? (They didn't say the last bit out loud). It still remains a fact that the club constitution doesn't have any prohibition on relocating and the club/league could quite easily play two home games in Darwin and five on Norfolk Island if they liked but I'll take their word for it for now that there's no shenanigans afoot.
I can't remember how long this two game a year deal was supposed to last, and I'm not sure if the tiny population of Alice Springs is going to be all that much use to us in the long run but as long as their government are prepared to keep writing cheques then we may as well accept the commercial reality of where we're at and take them gleefully - but if anybody suggests a third game outside of Melbourne I will actually set up a picket line outside AAMI Park.
Meanwhile I see the NT government has deleted this press release. Possibly because everyone involved with it (including the Chief Minister himself) has been sacked since?
Next Week
Unless there's mysterious injuries or Match Review Panel bullshit on the horizon I can't see any enforced changes on the way, so as much as his taps when he does play in the centre make me go moist unfortunately Gawn makes way for Dawes to come back and smack his old side around. As much as I enjoyed Riley against Richmond I'd rather Toumpas stay on as sub and we can give The Pornographer another run later in the year. So:
IN: Dawes
OUT: Gawn (omit)
Apparently Watts had 'ankle soreness', so if he misses out on the chance to have 25,000 questioning his parentage (1000 will be Melbourne fans) next week perhaps Maximum survives? It's not really like for like but based on form this year I'd rather Max than Puttin' On The Fitz. I've also got a morbid fear that if we don't start playing Gawn regularly soon he'll start looking for somebody who will.
Even with the Pies shedding players via suspension and injury I'm not suggesting we're going to win but it's so important that we at least give them a scare. They're on fire at the moment but so were Port and we dragged them down to our level successfully enough. Either way I'm looking forward to that one time a year where even if you sit in Row MM you've got to put up with some filth at their one game a year yelling out nonsense. Also Collingwood fans.
Final Thoughts
Expectations are growing. At the start I was happy enough at losing a close one to St Kilda, then kicking five goals against Sydney seemed ok because we didn't lose by that much, but today I was kicking things and turning the air blue with filthy language. There will still be ugly days to come, as there are for every team, but I think we're finally putting the nightmares of 2012 and 2013 behind us. Even as I continue to lose interest in the league as a whole (NB: nothing to do with the game style on offer) my love for this club continues to grow.
This is the MFC I distantly remember. It's like I was run over by a bus immediately after we lost to Fremantle in the 2006 finals, woke up at 1.39pm AEST yesterday, asked "where in buggery is this game being played?" then expected to watch us play like a senior football team instead of an abject wreck in the process of being slowly restored by a team of skilled craftsmen. But here we are, having just blown a golden chance against the top side in the competition and like it would have in 2006 (or 2010 or the first half of 2011) it is still making me feel ill several hours later.
Had we won it would have been quite the upset. Don't be fooled that nobody's taking them seriously as a premiership threat (I picked them to finish 10th so that's a bit awkward now). Sludging to a victory over us today won't help their chances of getting some respect as a legitimate contender, but even if you've gone from writing Sydney off six weeks ago to deciding they're premiership certainties (you fickle bastard and.. wait, that's exactly what I've done with Port) you've got to concede that the Power are at a minimum a Preliminary Final calibre team. We are, at our best a 12th place calibre team. There have been bigger upsets in recent years, but after our momentum has slowly built through the season it would have caused an outbreak of Dee Fever even more contagious than the deadly Ebola virus. People would have been lining up for Queen's Birthday tickets from 10 minutes after the final siren.
But no, class showed in the end and personally I hope Port go on and win the whole thing. Without even having to invoke the "Kick a Vic" rule where I'd rather any interstate team except GWS to win the flag than a local side so I don't have to hear about it I've got a fondness for Port because a) they gave the world Choke Yourself With A Tie and b) the team that is now top of the ladder features roughly half the same players who in the two weeks following our 186 point capitulation managed to lose by 138 and 165. There's proof that any playing group can be turned around quickly if the dead wood is replaced smartly with the right people in charge.
Even taking my 2004 Grand Final celebration fetishism out of the conversation (now, and probably forever, my favourite non-Demon AFL moment), and admitting that for all their great work since the start of last year they still only finished "7th" thanks to Essendon's doping antics, their transformation both on and off-field should open everyone's eyes to what could (and that's a big could) happen to us. Somebody was having a pop at them the other day for suddenly having 30,000 fans jumping on the bandwagon. League leading team playing exciting football in a shiny new stadium is popular - what a shocker that is. I won't hear a word against them unless it's about their song.
And after all that we almost toppled them. Like the Footscray game a few cheap ones late in the game means that any cursory glance at the scores in the future won't show how close we got but we really were up to our eyeballs in it until the last three minutes - and while I'm still in a foul mood about the result the difference is that last year we felt like this when we lost against teams at the arse end of the ladder but just accepted being brutalised by top sides. You can now watch full matches against quality sides without having to peer through your fingers, and this is a good thing.
For all the angst about throwing it away in the end we might never have gotten close enough if Port had really put us away in the first quarter. It was looking seriously grim at 0-26, we didn't look any chance of kicking a goal and I was scurrying for the record books to see the last time we finished the first quarter on 0.0 (answer: not long enough ago), but I'm overjoyed with the way they absorbed the early kicking, regrouped and got back into it.
Midweek I was saying that I'd be thrilled to get a repeat of the Geelong NAB Challenge game in Alice Springs (expectations are always at their lowest midweek) where we stayed with them for most of the day, gave it a decent crack for most of the day then lost out late in the last quarter - but I didn't expect it to be similar in so many ways. Other than losing one of our most exciting youngsters to a long-term injury in an incident that nobody seems to have witnessed we wasted early chances, conceded a shitload of goals then came back to get in a position where we might have pulled off a shock win before the 'better' side won out in the end. And so it was, but unlike three months ago when we were still complete toilet I have now developed a greed for wins.
I've identified what - for me at least - is so different about the experience of watching this club in 2014 compared to the previous two. It's not just having some semblance of pride and enjoyment of sport, but it's that opposition goals now mean so much that I'm terrified whenever we don't have the ball. Given that we spent so much time trying to keep it away from Port's it's obvious that I wasn't the only one who felt that way, but gone are the days (at least temporarily - one can never relax) where you just expect that no matter how well our defence plays that they'll eventually concede 20 goals through sheer weight of numbers.
Unfortunately for them even though we almost always lose the inside 50 count it makes their occasional hara-kiri style defensive errors stand out like dogs balls because now we don't just go "oh well" and get on with waiting for the midfield to bleed another 75 inside 50's a quarter. This is not great news for the King of Sizzle, Terlich and Grimes who are all prone to the odd comedy moment down back. I'm especially sad about the latter, because I'm sure he used to have such lovely disposal, and while he played a great game defensively today some of his options and disposals for shithouse. Admittedly Dom Tyson did the same, and not to spoil the votes he might have been one of our best players, but for some reason it seems so much more gruesome and memorable when it happens in the back line.
But amongst the bad there was so much good. Amidst the terror of a tight game and Tony Shaw on special comments I was actually having fun watching. Not that you'd have known this when I was pacing up and down my loungeroom swearing during the last quarter. It's a far cry from sitting back with feet up laughing as we got tonked thanks to a non-stop cavalcade of comedic errors. Not that I look back with any fondness at the post-186 era but it seemed like a much simpler time to write about the Melbourne Football Club. It was easy to spot the one or two good pieces of play in a game and hard to unjustly leave players out of the bests when there often weren't enough to fill five spots anyway. Now I sit here agonising over the five players to put in, what order to put them in and after pressing publish await the backlash from people whose favourites were left out. I think I like it better this way.
With the terror of losing suddenly flowing through my veins every week I feel as if I'm watching most of the game in a nervous fog, but even if I was in an induced coma I'd still be able to tell that Tyson and Salem are going to be quality players. I know we said that about Jurrah, Gysberts and god knows who else but this time I feel it's actually going to happen. Sam Edmund is still bravely soldiering on with his name attached to that article but the predicted staff writers switch can't be far away now. We all know about Tyson, but this week Salem joined in with easily his best game yet. I still think there's plenty of hope for Toumpas, and it must be easier to come into a team that is only half wank than to be rushed into an unfolding natural disaster like Jimmy was in 2013 but Salem's game was already better than anything JT has put together in a year and a half.
He even had the star quality to make sure that his one handed gather and set-up of the goal for Rohan Bail (who for all the shit I've hung on him over the years was fantastic again) late in the second quarter happened in perfect position so the poor camera man who was forced to contend with having a tree in his way all day could capture it perfectly. Christian will not require directions to Casey Fields any time soon.

Neither will Jay Kennedy-Harris (unless he falls victim to the modern curse of 'resting'), who had an almost unheard of (for Melbourne players anyway) 19 touches at 100% efficiency. The kids are alright, and if Jesse Hogan ever walks again he could be the most exciting of all of them.
As enjoyable as our slow burning comeback from midway through the first quarter was, I was almost as excited by the fact that we were paying tribute to ex-Demon Alistair Clarkson by playing unsociable football which was clearly frustrating the Port players - who would later respond by going the unnecessary biff. Unfortunately for Chris Dawes the AFL hates him so much that even when he's not out there the league are trying to get him suspended.

For the future record it was Jamar who took the fresh air shot, and the only thing the AFL's reporter got right about the incident was that if he had connected he wouldn't be playing next week - and that would hurt considering he's been at 2010 vintage since coming back. Our depth isn't great, so as much as I love pressure, niggle, gamesmanship, kidology and barely concealed cheating let's keep the actual violence at a 'reprimand' level or cloak it in enough doubt so that it stands up in a tribunal appeal.
Unfortunately while the latest outbreak of unprovoked Russian aggression was followed by our second goal in a row (courtesy of a sweet dummy and handball by Watts to Buddy Frawley) we then went and did the most cliched Melbourne FC move in the playbook and handed them the goal back straight out of the centre 45 seconds later. Bad enough that it was to Kane Mitchell who looks like a disco pimp from 1981, but what a momentum killer. Just as I'd started to think we were going to actually avoid getting flogged that happens and the idea getting whacked by 99 points comes becomes a sensible one again.
Thankfully we managed to hold them for the rest of the quarter, and actually played some decent football to end it. More accurately we forced them to play badly, and what more can you ask for in a match like this? We held Schultz well after he'd wrecked several dud teams already this year, and Wingard could barely get near it before Schultz registered his biggest hit all day by knocking him out so that was two of the better ones looked after. Why couldn't we do the same against the Pies? And why won't there be some bullshit medal awarded to Dom Tyson for best on ground on Queen's Birthday?
The first quarter was played under the recent theme of umpires refusing to pay kicks that travelled anywhere between 13 and 20 metres. Eventually even they gave up and started paying anything, so that's consistency out the window. The conspiracy theorist in me says that it's a directive to try and get everyone used to 20m kicks before next year's round of unnecessary stuffing around attempts to engineer somebody's vision of 'attractive football'. And if that doesn't help enhance crowds and viewing figures what's next? 16-a-side? Supergoals? Merging with the NBL?
There were more bizarre decisions throughout the day but I'm not sure why we expect any more from the officials when one of them was looking directly at Wingard collapsing to the ground motionless and decided to let play go on for another minute. Fair enough if there's no break in play and the other team is belting down the other end at speed (also known as 'playing against Melbourne') but he had every opportunity to hold things up and get the poor bastard off the ground and into the hands of the doctors. Talk about duty of care, if we hadn't graciously conceded a free just outside 50 it's possible that the umpires would have let play go on for as long enough that Wingard would have come to and started playing again as if nothing had happened.
Despite kicking the first goal thanks to the constantly resurgent Pedo we still didn't look up to a comeback until halfway through the quarter when Port went completely to water and began playing like us. They couldn't get the ball out of defence while we constantly battered the door down and eventually got three goals in a row. Of course anybody who has watched us play for more than five minutes knew that eventually we were going to get a huge team lifting goal then concede one straight out of the middle, and just as we got close that's exactly what we did. But this side is made of sterner stuff than previous incarnations and the Salem/Bail goal got us back into it at half time. Being in games at half time against top teams? Outrageous!
So much the better in the third quarter when we continued to stop them from running up and down the ground at will and that man Pedo did it again, marking despite receiving a touch up from the Port player that **** ****** (name removed pending the outcome of a legal hearing) would be proud of delivering then kicking it from a ludicrous angle without even trying to run around. The man can do no wrong at the moment. All hail the three year contract.
We got another goal to extend the margin to 10 after Wingard was KO'ed, but not for the first time this year we actually went backwards after a player was forced from the field. It happened against Adelaide, Carlton and Richmond (where we got away it) and the Bulldogs (where we didn't). We were absolutely battering them at this point, but even with Wingard off (or possibly because of it considering he'd done nothing) we managed to give away the lead within a couple of minutes. Such is the life of a mediocre team.
With an injury free team and a fresh Toumpas on for Gawn I still held out the usual childlike hope of victory going into the last quarter, and who knows what would have happened if we'd taken a couple of chances early on. We still looked like we had more gas in the tank than Port at this point, and I foolishly allowed myself to believe when Toumpas and Salem combined for the goal which put us back in front. How good was Salem's shepherd to give Jimmy the time to pick up the ball and equally how good was it that he kept running to receive the pass? What a difference from the dark days of last year when Jake Spencer was the only person in the side even remotely interested in running to put a block on for a teammate. Amazing what happens when you create an atmosphere where players don't feel as if they're trapped in a North Korean labour camp.
Then just as Mark Neeld was turning his phone on for the first time since June last year and getting ready to answer questions for a Herald Sun clickbait article about how he had "laid for the foundation for our stunning upset", Port thwarted those plans by running over the top of us. It shouldn't have come as too much of a surprise given that they've been cleaning teams up in last quarters all year but they looked half dead in the third quarter so I did hold out some hope that we could run them into the ground. Sadly we blew too many chances in the first few minutes of the last and when the time came to actually win the game we were as stuffed as they were.
In the end it wasn't to be. Lazy kicks and half-arsed fatigued attempts at tackling put us away. If somebody had pressured Polec, doing his first good thing all day after being tagged to buggery by Cross, instead of letting him walk into goal we might have still been a chance but as it was all effort had been expended and we ended up rolling over and dying with dignity - but not before we gave a good side a shake without the benefit of them committing suicide with their kicking at goal first (see Essendon 2012. In fact see it as many times as you can), and as a supporter you can be prouder of that than about 95% of the landfill football served up last season.
Uniform Watch
Our Indigenous Round jumper looked good, but let's be honest that was more because of the red MFC monogram on the blue guernsey rather than the actual indigenous content which was nice enough if you got it in the right light and could actually see it. At least it was a step above Essendon's which despite playing in the showcase game of the whole round appeared to feature one dinky little patch under the armpit which you had to strain to see.
Commentator's Corner
A few weeks ago I heard 'Derm' (or Mr. Indigenous Round as he's also known) lamenting how terrible the game is these days and that he's got less interest in it now than at any time in his life. Which is comforting considering he must be getting paid a fortune to commentate on something he's lost the passion for. He cited stoppages as one of the reasons why we need widespread alterations to the rules. Which is hardly compatible with the fact that he spent four quarters of this game demanding players either kick down the line or take the ball out of bounds.
I'd say that it could have been worse and Dwayne might have been involved but there's no doubt that BT has stormed into the lead as the commentator most likely to make you kick your TV in. Thankfully we never play interstate games on a Thursday, Saturday or Monday night so if he's calling our game I'm either not there or watching it on a replay but those of you who are interstate/overseas/infirm have my sympathies at having to listen to him do our games. The other night he was speculating that we might have flown to Sydney for a game in 1903. I don't expect him to be an authority on world history, but given that the Wright Brothers didn't even fire up until December of that year I'm not entirely convinced that any sane person could think commercial aviation had been invented.
2014 Allen Jakovich Medal votes
Relatively difficult one here, with plenty of entrants in the battle royale for the top five. DT had some high profile cock-ups - especially in the last quarter - but what he did well was jaw-droppingly good. Dunn might not have achieved jaw-drop status but my god has he chosen a great time to come good just as he's a free agent. He also had some nervy moments late on (i.e that horrid attempt at a torp from the kick-in) but was otherwise great down back again. As for Nathan Jones what else needs to be said? Safe as houses.
5 - Dom Tyson
4 - Lynden Dunn
3 - Nathan Jones
2 - Rohan Bail
1 - Cameron Pedersen
Apologies to Cross, Frawley, Howe, Jamar, Jetta, Kennedy-Harris Salem, Vince and Viney who were unlucky not to pocket at least one vote.
Leaderboard
I might have been a bit hasty in declaring that it was all over as Tyson starts to chip away at the three-time champion's lead but with one more round before the halfway mark of the season it would take a Jakovich-esque second half of the year for anybody to challenge these two. Dunn has extended his lead on Howe in the Seecamp to 12, JFK has a shaky lead in the Hilton with Salem threatening to swamp him and Jamar can consider himself unlucky to still be grappling with The Spencil in Stynes voting thanks to ending up in the apologies almost every week.
The traditional mid-season audit will also be conducted on the votes next week, and this is usually where I realised that I've ripped somebody off out of a couple so expect to see a couple of unexplained alterations in the chart after next week.
31 - Nathan Jones
24 - Dom Tyson
17 - Lynden Dunn (Leader: Marcus Seecamp Medal for Defender of the Year)
12 - Daniel Cross
9 - Cameron Pedersen, Jack Viney
8 - Chris Dawes, James Frawley
5 - Jeremy Howe, Bernie Vince, Jack Watts
3 - Matt Jones, Tom McDonald, Dean Terlich
2 - Rohan Bail, Jay Kennedy-Harris (Leader: Jeff Hilton Rising Star Medal)
1 - Jack Grimes, Mark Jamar (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year), Neville Jetta, Jake Spencer (Co-Leader: Jim Stynes Medal for Ruckman of the Year)
Aaron Davey Medal for Goal of the Year
There's plenty of public support for Dom Tyson's tackle, turn, feign handball and hoof from distance combination move that put us in front during the third quarter, but while I'm pleased to say that it narrowly won the weekly prize (a night at the Dromana Drive-In with Heath Neville, Andre Gianfagna and Brendan Van Schaik. BYO car) it also lacked the sheer oomph of the goal against Carlton that kicked off the Pedolution. It also lost style points from the ball dribbling through the square. Runner up - Salem's one handed gather and kick to Bail.

I was pleased with Port's effort, the letters were nicely spaced, there was no punce curtain and a nice, thick font. However ours was up to its normal excellent standard and was wider. Considering it had to be hauled a longer distance to get there that's the winning show of commitment for a game in the middle of nowhere. Once again the Dees are tested but come out on top to extend their record to 10-0 for the season.
Crowd Watch
Well there wasn't much of one, but the ones who were there seemed to enjoy themselves. Unlike Skoda Stadium it's harder to rort the figures when there's only 25,000 people who live in the city, so unfortunately we're now involved in the lowest drawing AFL premiership match for 20 years (yeah, but what about paying patrons vs free tickets?) Thankfully you can put an asterix next to it in the record books, because even if 120 people had turned up we'd have pocketed over half a mil just for being there.
I admit that even though a second game in the Northern Territory was flagged at the start of last year when we were at our skintest, I still got a bit silly when it was officially announced and decided that it was part of a conspiracy to at least partially relocate the club as payback for the millions of dollars that the AFL gave us.
Somebody from the club who shall remain nameless was very nice to point out to me that there's a contract with the league for two games to be played in the Territory every year, so instead of making a fortune for playing one game in Darwin we may as well host both and double the payout while we so desperately need the cash. Furthermore there's no plans to sell any more than two games and would I please stop complaining? (They didn't say the last bit out loud). It still remains a fact that the club constitution doesn't have any prohibition on relocating and the club/league could quite easily play two home games in Darwin and five on Norfolk Island if they liked but I'll take their word for it for now that there's no shenanigans afoot.
I can't remember how long this two game a year deal was supposed to last, and I'm not sure if the tiny population of Alice Springs is going to be all that much use to us in the long run but as long as their government are prepared to keep writing cheques then we may as well accept the commercial reality of where we're at and take them gleefully - but if anybody suggests a third game outside of Melbourne I will actually set up a picket line outside AAMI Park.
Meanwhile I see the NT government has deleted this press release. Possibly because everyone involved with it (including the Chief Minister himself) has been sacked since?
Next Week
Unless there's mysterious injuries or Match Review Panel bullshit on the horizon I can't see any enforced changes on the way, so as much as his taps when he does play in the centre make me go moist unfortunately Gawn makes way for Dawes to come back and smack his old side around. As much as I enjoyed Riley against Richmond I'd rather Toumpas stay on as sub and we can give The Pornographer another run later in the year. So:
IN: Dawes
OUT: Gawn (omit)
Apparently Watts had 'ankle soreness', so if he misses out on the chance to have 25,000 questioning his parentage (1000 will be Melbourne fans) next week perhaps Maximum survives? It's not really like for like but based on form this year I'd rather Max than Puttin' On The Fitz. I've also got a morbid fear that if we don't start playing Gawn regularly soon he'll start looking for somebody who will.
Even with the Pies shedding players via suspension and injury I'm not suggesting we're going to win but it's so important that we at least give them a scare. They're on fire at the moment but so were Port and we dragged them down to our level successfully enough. Either way I'm looking forward to that one time a year where even if you sit in Row MM you've got to put up with some filth at their one game a year yelling out nonsense. Also Collingwood fans.
Final Thoughts
Expectations are growing. At the start I was happy enough at losing a close one to St Kilda, then kicking five goals against Sydney seemed ok because we didn't lose by that much, but today I was kicking things and turning the air blue with filthy language. There will still be ugly days to come, as there are for every team, but I think we're finally putting the nightmares of 2012 and 2013 behind us. Even as I continue to lose interest in the league as a whole (NB: nothing to do with the game style on offer) my love for this club continues to grow.
Wednesday, 28 May 2014
Remembering the 1999 Football Feedback Summit
So what does the early days of widespread online pornography have to do with a program hosted by Robert Walls? Surprisingly little, but the point is that sometime around 2006 the second head was chiselled into my personal online Mt. Rushmore when YouTube came along (Wikipedia was first, Twitter would follow, the fourth spot is open for the future).
Had it only been cats doing funny things, people singing ear splitting covers of pop songs and neckbeards filming themselves taking things out of boxes for the first time I might not have given it any more time than Pets.com, Ask Jeeves or the Lemon Party but a small group of geniuses saw the real potential for YouTube and have been exploiting it ever since. They are the uploaders of minority interest random shit found on a VHS.
From endless clips of a usually pissed Molly Meldrum on Countdown to 1981 pro wrestling from New Zealand, ads from your childhood, Melbourne vs Collingwood in Round 6, 1986 and the Robelinda archive which even makes cricket seem interesting until the dickheads who run the game finally succeed in having it torn down - there is something for every taste.
It was in one of these sad, late night slop binges that I came across Jaroosa. Amongst a bunch of Carlton clips (which are as interesting as any other from a historical perspective) I found the four part epic that is C7 Sport's 1999 Football Feedback Summit (Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5). Now a) who would have thought to tape this at the time?, b) who'd have kept it for 15 years if they were on it? and c) who'd take the time to upload it to the internet? If you represent A, B and C then you're somebody that I'd like to meet.
His (come on let's be serious it's always men) videos even include one of the great banners ever hoisted in the crowd at a footy game. One to even rival the great RECEIVES HEAD shown at the SCG in the early 90's.
Anyway, back to the summit. Where the great, the good and some randoms who have never been heard of since joined together on the evening of Monday May 31 1999 to discuss crucial issues pertaining to the national sport on the cusp of a new century. I started watching just to see if anybody started crying about the game not being as good as it used to be, but in the words of famous director Marty Di Bergi "I got more... A lot more."
The cast
We join in progress as the panellists who will be fielding questions are introduced over the sort of cosmic backing track you usually only hear in corporate videos record in the late 80's.
First it's The Chief that time forgot. This is mainly because the Internet was too young to gather the troops and kick the living bejesus out of everything he did. He is also notable amongst the last three heads of the league for not overtly trying to send any teams to their grave, though as you will see he was clearly very keen to assist in frog-marching at least one long standing Victorian side to Sydney.
A commissioner, who apparently said in 1995 that Port Adelaide should join the league, Fitzroy should merge with Brisbane, Footscray would leave the Western Oval and each club should have a minimum salary cap. This means he was either a fantastic judge of the future or was actually running the league as a puppet regime the whole time.
The soon to be premiership CEO, who brings an attitude to the panel that is so casual if he was any more relaxed he would be dead. Greg (or somebody purporting to be him) would later heartlessly thwart my attempts to be picked for Channel 7's reality show The Club.
Parko apparently used to almost go the vom during close games (not sure why they don't use the spare line in his bio to mention this) which at least gives us one thing in common.
Richard apparently tipped $1 million of his own money in to get the West Coast Eagles off the ground, so I'm not going to say anything suspect about him because he's got enough money to have me killed.
The future CEO, wearing his AFL Players Association hat and trading under the far less corporate name "Andy". Apparently chaired "The Ruthinium Group", which sounds the front organisation for a Bond movie villain.
Introduction
We open with Robert Walls sitting in front of an old school test pattern and telling us, in the most wooden voice imaginable, that "not.. a lot.. will go on.. in the new millennium.. without those guys knowing about it."
Rob's difficulties with the autocue explain why he never made it past special comments to a lucrative hosting role on network television.
The panel
Robert promises us respected journalists and faces familiar to Football Feedback viewers. We'll have to take his word on the second one. The panel ends up consisting of people who are still going now and some you've probably not heard of since the year 2000.
John Gardiner/Hawthorn Secondary College's second greatest export (#1 Justin Murphy, #3 me) RoCo, is shown looking exasperated. Have I ever told you about the time he came to speak at our assembly and five minutes later two girls in the audience punched on? Oh I have? Several times you say? Let's move on.
This looks like the opening credits of a sitcom when they're introducing the uncle who says offensive things at the table and tries to touch everyone up. To the best of our knowledge Patrick has never done either of those things.
Caro on the phone getting another leak from a Melbourne board member
Uncle Monty from Withnail and I portraying some bloke from the agents association
A 17-year-old Anthony Hudson ducks out of his high school prom to join us
"3LO special comments person Joyce Brown" who I have absolutely no memory of - and Google is no help with just 15 completely irrelevant results for "Joyce Brown" + 3LO.
And some other people. If Joyce or her fans feel slighted that I don't remember her they can take comfort that I've got NFI who Michael Davis is either.
The summit
Robert raises my hopes for an hour of "yeah the game is shit, we should go back to how it was in 1976" by explaining how by the end of the night we'll know more about the game, where it and we the footy fans are headed.
I dare say at this point the odds of all the Victorian clubs surviving for 15 more years in a relatively untouched fashion would have been about 5000-1 so there is almost no doubt that at some point during the evening the panel will attempt to cull every side in Melbourne not called Carlton, Collingwood or Essendon (NB: This does not actually end up happening. What a glory era).
"Let's get into it!" says Robert, with the most conviction that he'll have all night, and we cut to a low shot of him striding through the slowly opening Studio 7 door. The cost this shot alone probably sent Optus Vision broke. In a piece of classic television bullshit he then walks into the studio as if the previous shot was live, saunters past the inquisitors and takes up a position on the Football Feedback Summit throne where he will proceed to do little all night other than read awkwardly.
The first outlandish claim of the evening is that this show was going to "just under 500 thousand homes" (and in case you missed the enormity of that fact Robert repeats it) via Optus Vision and the Austar satellite. Which presumably implied every single set in their broadcast universe was turned on and switched to the station at the time, which is absolute cobblers. This was also broadcast live on 3AW's Sports Today "So welcome.. to all of.. 3AW's.. listeners" says Robert nervously clutching his clipboard in the same way that Damien Barrett does an iPad. The difference being you feel sorry for Robert but want to smash that bloody device over Ballbag Barrett's head.
Before proceedings could kick off we're introduced to home viewer Henry Monkus who has won a competition to be on the panel tonight. It's never made clear if he won via luck, skill or deathsports but his claim that he always watches Footy Feedback and "every other show we tape" clearly startle somebody in the control room and they temporarily promote him to CEO of the competition.
It's then revealed that Henry is a Melbourne fan (hooray!) but that his kids have decided that they're St Kilda fans (boo!) so where he has achieved as a human he clearly failed as a parent. Sucked in to his kids when we were knocking the Saints out of the finals the year before, and sucked in to the entire household for going another 15 years and counting without ever seeing a flag. No doubt Henry, or somebody who knows him, is out there so get in contact at the usual address.
Topic 1 - State of Origin
What a topical time to recap this, in the same week that every single AFL player decides they'd love it to come back knowing secretly that they'd all "do a hammy" if it did.
Wayne, sadly given his own name on the bottom of the screen and not that of Henry Monkus, takes a deep breath as if he's trying to come up with a popular answer then decides to tell the truth. "If we see it again.." he says ominously, and for better or worse we never have. He suggests that in the off-chance that Origin returns it won't be until 2003 or 2004 because we've got a four year deal with the Irish to get through first - implying that the game of Australian rules would be far better served by our boys beat up amateurs from another country than playing against each other.
After that probing dissection of origin Robert throws to the panel and we begin an evening of some poor boom-mic operator being driven insane trying to keep up with 10 people butting in on each other and making random, pointless statements.
Rohan is the first cab off the rank, asking if the shithouse 26k crowd for the Victoria/South Australia game the previous weekend (albeit on a day where it pissed down non-stop for the entire match) will count against the concept in the future. Wayne denies it and says that one of the reasons he wants to play origin is to reward players and to 'develop' the game in other markets. He betrays the thinking of 1999 by alluding to Sydney in every second line then suggests that the Irish series will keep players happy (only for the away trips where they get a free holiday and the chance to urinate on a window in a different country) and cites Todd Viney's claims that the highlight of his career was playing for Australia as if it's proof the concept is the next big thing.
Mike then floats his first silly theory for the night by asking if we could have a carnival featuring all states on a four year basis, a suggestion which to his credit Wayne humours.
Caro, losing her voice already after a hard day on the phones, asks Parko what he thinks about the possibility of losing his players to injury in a state game and he looks as if he's about to go postal.
Fortunately that's just the way a four-time premiership coach takes in a question, and he resists the temptation to tear the set apart. He does the usual company line about how happy he was to see his boys get picked but simultaneously admits that he had his "head under the pillow" for the whole game waiting for one of them to get crocked.
The game must have been going fairly well if State of Origin was the most important topic in the game so thank god Patrick Smith's here to cut somebody else off mid-question and spin the wheel for our first random change of topic for the evening.
Topic 2 - 17-year-olds in the draft
"For it or against it?" he asks Parko, pointing his pen around in a manner that would thrill Sigmund Freud. Was he taking notes? I know nobody reads The Australian but surely even then they paid him enough to buy a VCR and tape the summit to watch back later.
There's far too much sensible talk here, with Parkin saying that he thinks there's plenty of 16 and 17 year olds who can play but getting an education first is important in case they don't make it. Rohan then risks a backhander from Smith (fortunately they're at opposite ends of the panel) by cutting off his follow up question and going back to Topic 1, asking Andy D if we should make it more financially attractive for players to show up to origin games. Andrew's not available so instead the question goes to The Count from Sesame Street:
Apparently 88% of players were pro-Origin at the time, but he suggests that nobody's "come up with the right formula" - which eventually included himself for all times other than that bollocks Victoria vs All-Stars game that was played the night I put an IKEA couch together.
Patrick then confuses the issue even further by going back to the bloody 17-year-olds again (which I'm sure was not on any running sheet). He accuses the AFLPA of doing a "360 degree turn" on this matter, which Count Andy flat out denies before using the term "carte blanche" and saying that of course 18-year-olds should be drafted - which sadly runs counter to some tremendously boring modern thinking.
Topic 3 - Collective Bargaining Agreement
Caro decides she's had enough of Patrick's bullshit and throws a related topic to Andy. "When is it going to be signed?" she asks. He goes into the sleazy politician mode that we're all familiar with and does a bit of dancing around before admitting it's going to be signed on Wednesday. The bloke up the back who I'd never heard of manages to get involved by yelling a question out, but he's too far away from the boom-mic and in the spirit of a post-match press conference you barely hear it.
Topic 4 - Player managers
Flushed with success Michael Davis - apparently the Chief Football writer of The Australian before Patrick knifed him - spins the wheel again after that brief, boring CBA interlude and asks about Ron Joseph not joining the Player Manager's Association - which is only marginally less tedious than a CBA question, and I'm sure even less relevant to the average fan.
Smith then chips in (of course), leading to Michael cracking a bit of a gag and tragically getting absolutely no reaction. Not the time or place mate, we're discussing the future of the game here.
16m, 45s into the show we finally get to see Greg Miller for the first time as part of this discussion and he's exhibiting all the traditional body language of somebody who quite frankly can't be stuffed.
The phrase 'restraint of trade' is then used, which when it comes to sports is usually enough to put any reasonable person to sleep and almost does so for Greg.
Joyce then makes her first appearance, introduced by Wallsy because clearly she's the only person (other than the home viewer who is just sitting there looking terrified and waiting for his scripted questions to come up) who has the manners to put her hand up and wait to be called instead of barging in to the discussion uninvited. She then throws it all away by going all the way back to Topic 2 which she'd obviously been stewing on for minutes, asking why if players can go to the Institute of Sport before 17 why they can't go to a footy club. Parkin points out that "his bitch is about" education (a line I think was later sampled by Jay Z), as Joyce demands clubs set up similar programs. How much money does the pre-Brayshaw JB think clubs had to throw around? Why don't we just set up MFC High in the parking lot at Casey Fields?
Topic 5 - The Shirtfront
Nearly 20 minutes in and Mike Sheahan is the voice of reason to take us "inside the fence" and finally ask about an on-field matter. Does Parko think you should be able to murder unsuspecting players in the style of Byron Pickett vs Brendan Krummel? Surprisingly he doesn't invoke the "good old days" in a way that mentalist like Mal Brown would and instead, mentioning that he's been on the end of plenty, describes the shirtfront as "a disgrace".
Casual Greg Miller, treading a fine line as the CEO of Pickett's club, agrees that we need to "look at the grey areas" then risks censure by saying that the big hit was "good for our team at the time, but I'm not all that concerned about Brendan Krummel". It takes Joyce about three minutes to finally barge her way in and complain about his comments as if he'd admitted tipping Brendan off the stretcher. Greg responds to this salvo by opening his legs so far you can see his Shinboner spirit:
Even Wayne Jackson has to chip in to try and explain that Greg wasn't being serious, before pointing out that Parko is one of the 'few people who can get the rules changed' and that any rule can be changed by "a mechanism" involving various levels of football. This was clearly before the Laws of the Game Committee was formed with the goal of stuffing the game up on a yearly basis.
Before Moral Patrol Joyce chipped in Patrick asked Parko "How is it different from a player running back into the play and being collected?", knowing full well what the answer would be but just wanting to get his head on TV again. The Carlton man, in outstanding form, then turns the tables on the journos suggesting that the only reason the shirtfront hasn't yet been banned is because they write articles lauding it as a great part of the game.
Robert then reintroduces some sanity to proceedings by throwing to a break. Sadly we're not treated to the C7 Sport commercials because I'm sure they would have been on a par for quality with the ones you get on SEN.
Topic 6 - Sydney's future and the game in New South Wales
A full 26 minutes in Richard Colless finally gets a word in, but soon becomes an integral part of the discussion as we toss around ideas to ram the game down the throat of Sydneysiders who couldn't give a shit. Much like today.
Richard does a bit of a gag and gets slightly more laughs than Michael did earlier, then attempts to balance his position as Swans chairman with his role at the NSW Commission. He suggests that he doesn't care if there's a second Sydney team or a third one (don't give them any ideas) but that's it's done "correctly" and doesn't put at risk the years of work they've put into getting the Swans established.
He doesn't think there's anything 'magical' about having a second team ("or a tenth") in Sydney unless there's some rationale for it. We're then treated to the same rationale that we copped a decade later where the best they can come up is trying to rope people from the western suburbs in whether they like it or not.
Good luck to the Kangaroos with "what they're doing" he says, that being shifting several home games to the city in an attempt to cash in on this allegedly untapped pot 'o gold market (result: idea abandoned), but Colless does alludes to some tension with between the clubs. This tension will later be denied by Wayne J who blames the journalists for beating up the issue but is swiftly contradicted several seconds later by Miller. Mark Davis tries to further position himself as the jester of the panel by doing a joke about having had a bad experience with a kangaroo at the zoo as a kid but sadly he fails miserably again. During this show he also had several bad experiences with crickets after trying to crack a gag.
RoCo lobs a quality hand grenade at this point, pointing out that Sydney's crowds were actually down in 1999 so (to paraphrase) WTF are we worrying about a second team for? The expansionists aren't interested in such things as 'facts' and shoot him down quickly before Sheahan tries to win back some cred with the league by pointing out they haven't played any of the big Victorian teams at the SCG yet. Connolly is soon back on form by asking Jackson if crowds being down three years in a row is a trend, which the CEO rejects outright even though it quite obviously does represent one. Instead he claims it represents a "be wary" sign, which is management speak bullshit that David Brent would rise to applaud.
Smelling blood Caro leaps in, describing the league's strategy as "ad hoc" and refusing to stick to the AFL's agreed script by describing the move of South Melbourne to Sydney as "pretty disgraceful". She then accuses the league of trying to force North into relocating, which a fired up Wayne declares is "nonsense." This leads to Caro adopting Greg Miller-esque negative body language and adopting that withering glance we're so used to seeing on Footy Classified when she's faking being angry with Garry Lyon.
Under the laser eyed stare of the future first lady of football (presumably Joyce was the titleholder at the time) Wayne almost slips up, saying North have not "at this time" agreed to relocate. Oops.
Apparently North had picked up 3000 new members in Sydney from their four home game a year venture, which seems absolutely absurd but was probably just people buying four game memberships to get into the SCG matches on the cheap. Colless then reveals that he doesn't care because the Swans had to cap their membership that year. He's got no problem with the Kangaroos or anybody else being there, but "gets twitchy" that the league don't have a proper gameplan.
For the purposes of mockery he returns to to Huddo's ridiculous plan for an all-star game (attributing it to poor Huddo himself) and points out that the Melbourne media are insane for thinking that anybody in Sydney gives a rats about watching the game itself rather than a team. He reveals that the Swans need 50,000 crowds to break even at "Homebush" then gets narky when Rohan tries to cut him off.
Legs Akimbo Miller is given the chance to lay the groundwork for North's eventual move to Sydney by saying he's "very concerned" about the amount of support they've got in Melbourne and suggests that the club needs to find "new markets" while they're successful on field - accurately portraying the vast majority of his new constituents as bandwagon jumping filth. He refuses to guarantee that the club won't relocate and is saved by Colless who dives in to change the subject. Rohan's not falling for it though, showing all the street fighting skills he learnt on the mean streets of Burgess Street, Hawthorn to force Miller into answering the original question. Greg denies all unconvincingly, but it never actually happened so who am I to question him?
Damien Agent harks back to the Swans and the problems they had 18 years previously and is zinged by Miller who points out that the players were on $30 a game at the time. Samuel then chips in with a few kicks at Damien's lifeless corpse before opening the AFL maths portfolio again by telling us how many people live in Sydney and explaining how we haven't "tapped the west" in a significant fashion.
"Many sports before you have tried to tap the west of Sydney and failed" interjects Caro twice because the boom-mic didn't get to her the first time, to which Graeme claims that options include the Swans moving west or a 'new' team (i.e North) basing themselves at the Olympic Stadium. The Sydney Showgrounds are surprisingly absent in this discussion.
Damien asks if it has to be a relocation or could it be a new team, to which the panel to a man decide on relocation. Samuel suggests creating a team afresh is too difficult - imagine if you also totally stuffed the draft and salary cup up to get them going as well? He then joins in the 'bury North' fun by all but suggesting they'll be off to Sydney soon.
Generic elevator rock music brings us back for Robert to read a joke off the auto-cue and finally throw to the home viewer for...
Topic 7 - Docklands: Are footy fans getting the shaft?
Henry suggests that he's got two questions, and does a far better job at remembering them without having to consult a card than the idiots you see on Q and A. The first is the increase in cost for going to the footy at Docklands. He's heard a hot rumour that you won't be able to bring your own food into the ground. Wayne Jackson denies it, but somewhere stadium management were taking notes ready to implement the exact same policy a few years later.
Mike Sheahan then butts in on poor Henry, trying to ask his own question and is rightfully abused by the rest of the panel for his bare faced cheek. The much maligned Mark Davis finally comes into his own by telling Mike off in no uncertain terms for this outrageous behaviour.
Once he finally manages to get a word in Henry is concerned that the letter he's received from the league about his AFL membership states that conditions will "change slightly" and he's worried that this will mean you only get access to the ground if you're in the "gold medallion club". In not so many words Henry asks whether this is a screwjob for AFL members who originally supported the concept of selling Waverley and building the Corporate Dome - but as Henry is a diplomat he says "misinformed".
Wayne brings up the fact that the ground while be theirs in 25 years, which must have sounded like tremendous bullshit back then but doesn't seem so far away now but what he should have said was "Henry, your family is half Melbourne/half St Kilda, how often do you think you won't be able to just walk in, scan your membership and have your pick of half the stadium?"
We're then treated to Walls attempting to deliver a zinger on Sheahan but failing due to the most deadpan delivery this side of Elliot Goblet. It does get more laughs than most of the attempted jokes throughout the evening, but people always find things so much more amusing when it's belittling someone else.
Mike's got more questions about Colonial Stadium, including how much it's going to cost to get in, to which Wayne quite rightly points out that it's May 31 so how in god's name do you want him to answer. Trevor Grant's not taking that well and is demanding answers but the CEO points out again that they don't set the prices until August and that people should be able to walk up for around $13.50 (!) most weeks.
Following on the time honoured "are fans getting the shaft?" question we have the debate about reserved seats at Optus Oval and Kardinia Park. Apparently an "18-year-old girl and her boyfriend" (why did we need to know that much detail?) went to Princes Park and got told they could either stand for $13.50 or sit for $27. They went home and talkback outrage ensued. Wayne admits that the league needs to have some control over seating prices (as opposed to general admission) but refuses to be drawn on a potential maximum price for seating.
Graeme wants to ensure that if somebody shows up minutes before the game and there are 15,000 seats free that they can buy a ticket and walk in - Graeme obviously didn't pass this wish on to the management of Docklands in its first year where getting to the front of a ticket line was like climbing Mt Everest.
Michael tries another gag with similar results and we've not heard from Joyce for a while.
Trevor is worried about car parking. Waverley's got shitloads, the MCG has got a bit, Docklands has stuff all and the average punter won't be able to get in. The future head of the ACCC Samuel decides that the amount of parking spots at Waverley is actually a bad thing because it causes traffic snarls (perhaps do a redesign once or twice a decade?), suggests that people will be able to park their car in the city and practically does an ad for Yarra Trams by listing all the ways you can get there to the stadium on one. In response to the suggestion that these parks will cost a fortune he claims that the market will dictate lower prices on weekends and at nights when they are otherwise empty. Huddo, fresh from getting his L's, challenges this assertion and suggests that it'll be $7 or $8 minimum in the city on a Friday night.
Change averse Joyce feels bad for the people of the east who will have to battle their way across town, clearly showing no interest in the feelings of people in Geelong and the west who must have been loving the fact that they no longer had to do a 400km round trip to Mulgrave.
Another gag from Michael falls flat because the microphone's elsewhere but we can reasonably assume based on past evidence that it wouldn't have been funny anyway.
Back from a break Robert reads out that "it's... harder managing this group.. than the Victorian team on Saturday" and Caro fakes a smile so hard that she later required re-constructive surgery.
Topic 8 - Women's issues in footy
The source of Caro's glee becomes clear as she's given the next question and uses it to fireball the league's executive for not marketing the game to women. She says her six-year-old son isn't going to be as tough as Joyce's son, which is weird, and suggests she won't let him play a game where he can be shirtfronted. This somehow segues into the fact that the AFL has a five or six person marketing department before she realises she's asked about nine questions in one and asks them to focus on the one about women.
Not surprisingly Wayne denies these charges and harks back for the 5000th time tonight to New South Wales, quoting research that says parents are encouraging their kids to play AFL because it's "safe" like soccer. "And safe it is" says Wayne, not 40 minutes after we discussed Byron Pickett hitting somebody so hard they're still picking bits of him out of Waverley Park.
Parko's lost interest too, but both of them might have perked up immediately after as Caro complains that the only woman in the league's own I'd Like To See That campaign (which looking back is the most 90's thing this side of Kriss Kross) is talking "ABOUT SEX!" Sadly Richard Colless manages to neatly sidestep the question and not turn it into a Footy Show style festival of sexism and misogyny.
Topic 9 - The national competition
Damien Agent is sick to death of hearing about Victoria and New South Wales, and he wants to know if these same issues are valid everywhere else. He obviously wasn't paying much attention in 1999 if he thinks the AFL give a rats about any place in the world other than Sydney.
Topic 10 - How the competition is run
That comes to a swift halt as we get back to the journos. After some playful banter between Connolly and Walls the man from The Age suggests the league doesn't have any credibility due to having five different finals systems in 11 years and bags the draw for being unequal. "Why hasn't the AFL paid closer attention to these issues?" he demands.
Not surprisingly puppet-master Samuel doesn't accept that the game is being run badly, before Wayne chips in with some 'poor me' style comments about how "we're just a group of people trying our best to run a national competition" - which is significantly more humility than Andrew D (who hasn't been heard from for 30+ minutes) ever showed.
Parko's having none of it either, suggesting that the AFL has "brilliantly" engineered an even competition. Huddo also chips in with a swing at Rohan, pointing out that the league has expanded three times in 11 years so of course they've changed the finals system. He quite sensibly refuses to accept Rohan's position that luck plays too large a part in winning premierships and calls on the league to shorten the length of the game and asks to increase the interchange.
Topic 11 - Wallsy spins the wheel
Out of nowhere he goes for a host's question, asking what a 15 or 16 year old coming into league football needs these days even though the start of the show was spent pointing out that 15 and 16 year olds aren't allowed to play. Parkin is polite enough not to point that out and suggests that as expected the demands are much larger than they were 20 years previous. He then takes a wide-ranging pot shot by suggesting that "half the people who watch, and half the people who write about it don't understand" what goes into getting a team up - a suggestion that doesn't go down well in some sections of the audience:
He then decries the elimination of the "natural footballer" who would have gotten a game for every team in his day but now doesn't because the game is strictly for athletes. He then responds to a question from Patrick Smith, who has just woken up, with a science lesson about why players should be doing 'other' things outside of footy. The director gets confused and during the response cuts to the camera on the player agent guy who is doing nothing because he didn't ask it in the first place.
Topic 12 - TV rights
Patrick's all-fired up now, asking how significant the TV rights will be and bringing up talk of splitting up the rights. "What can we expect from the new TV deal?" he asks, then interrupts Wayne with another question before the CEO can answer. "It's not about dollars" says Wayne, sitting down so his pants can't catch fire.
Topic 13 - Wayne Carey's contract
Mike asks Greg if The King will get $1m a year in his next contract. Greg would be happy to answer that if he wasn't under such heavy sedation.
He's awake enough to point out to Mike that he himself has voted Carey the #1 player in the competition four years in a row so of course he deserves a significant contract. Remember the days when you actually had to be good to be amongst the best paid players in the league?
Chief Footy Writer Michael Davis then asks how long Wayne can play for due to his chronic groin injuries, but this may be another barely detectable joke as Greg points out it's the first soft tissue injury Carey has ever had.
Parko cracks the best gag of the night in response to a bullshit hypothetical from Trevor about being at Docklands in R22 2000 when he harks back to the earlier discussion and says: "I hope I'll get a seat." The question ends up pre-invoking the spirit of Brad Scott and asking about whether the roof should be closed or not. Wayne says the policy on the roof is like the ticket prices and he hasn't come up with it yet.
Wallsy throws to the final break and thank christ because this post has taken me about five times longer than write than it would have to just watch the show.
Topic 14 - What will be the most significant achievement in the next 12 months in football or what will be the biggest issue
That one was pure Walls. He then proceeds to confuse the issue by asking Wayne Jackson about the "last 12 months" instead.
Graeme: Selling Waverley and the roof at Docklands. Somebody (possibly Rohan) heckles him for the second one, unaware it would still be a hot issue 15 years later.
Richard: Consolidation of the game in its heartland and genuine growth in NSW/Queensland
Greg: Whether North gets to play the first home game at Homebush or the Swans.
Andrew: How players and the public perceive Docklands and the TV rights.
David: That the media will acknowledge that we have the greatest game in the world and won't be writing it down (YES! FOR GOD'S SAKE PLEASE IMPORTANT '99 PARKIN INTO 2014) and that we'll have done something about players jumping on the ball while it's on the ground (finally - with five minutes to go the game has finally copped it)
In a completely unplanned switch Walls then goes to the panel of experts, and thank god it means we're going to hear from the home viewer again:
Patrick: Development up north and the development of the northern stand at the MCG
Mike: Brisbane establishing itself as a power. Then he pisses around with the format and asks Colless a question about Tony Lockett. If this means we don't get to hear from Monkus...
Rohan: First non-Victorian Grand Final and "Football Feedback emerging as a top rating program" (which implies nobody was watching it at the time)
MONKUS!: What Melbourne's penalty will be for breaching the cap and has he recovered from us winning the flag. Good work Henry, tell your kids to get stuffed.
Huddo: Docklands and Geelong winning the flag
Joyce: Banning the shirtfront and reviving football in the metropolitan and country areas
Michael: Opens with a gag (which fails) then suggests Eddie McGuire steps down as president of Collingwood because they've only one two gags and Ross Oakley takes over. Not sure if this was a gag too but he gets his biggest laughs of the night so I hope it was.
We're then told "there's a lot coming up on C7", which gives us the chance to enjoy their program line-up in its entirety:
Apparently Stan will be back, which highlights the fact that they gave him the arse for the summit. And.. oh that was it. Due to the fact that they don't have anything else to fill the last 30 seconds Robert identifies the one guy amongst the journos who can talk shit for Australia and asks Patrick what we've got out of tonight. Surprise surprise Sydney got a mention...
And that's it. Time for the votes
Lou Richards Medal for Best on Ground
5 - David Parkin (educated, incisive, sensible)
4 - Wayne Jackson (took the brunt of the hard stuff)
3 - Caroline Wilson (decidedly brutal)
2 - Greg Miller (laconic performance did not go unnoticed)
1 - Joyce Brown (strident)
Thanks for your time, normal programming will resume on the weekend (unlike the late C7 Sport). And remember - if you have a truckload of VHS cassettes in your garage and you're not scouring them for the best content you can find to upload to YouTube you need to have a good hard look at yourself.
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