No side that scores 2 goals in the second half of a grand final deserves to win a flag.Quite amazing. Cats won just one quarter
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No side that scores 2 goals in the second half of a grand final deserves to win a flag.Quite amazing. Cats won just one quarter
But a side that scores a goal that isn't does?No side that scores 2 goals in the second half of a grand final deserves to win a flag.
Geelong were the better, more clinical side when it counted. We could've had another 5 quarters and St Kilda wouldn't have scored another goal. Completely impotent in that decisive last quarter.But a side that scores a goal that isn't does?
Learn this: the only players who played this week that we got from any kind of FA compensation or Priority pick were Darcy Tucker and Dylan Stephens, the sub. And I guess Bailey Scott and Luke McDonald are father/sons if you want to go there.Learnt - North are no longer a pushover and rightfully so given the leg up they have been given
particularly in the case of the dogs who beat north just the previous weekThat's a pretty big statement on the back of 1 win.
Splendid!Jane Austen does Liked, Learnt, Hated:
Liked
Mr Darcy! Mr Samuel Darcy of the Footscray Football Club.
Though I fear ‘like’ will barely suffice in conveying my feelings for Mr Darcy. Who displays many qualities admirable in a gentleman, most notably an exquisite amalgamation of elevated stature, graceful mobility and enduring fortitude. He possesses a mature disposition and judgement, indeed a most uncanny judgment of ball in flight. Most endearingly Mr Darcy expresses great delight in the shared triumphs of his fellow gentlemen of the Footscray Club, dispensing with great heart caresses upon their crowns and backsides when a goal is kicked.
Hated
‘Hated’ is a word excessively potent for a lady to utter. Yet I confess to a mild disdain for the ungentlemanly conduct of Mr Harley Reid. Mr Reid who, upon attaining his majority found himself the object of considerable admiration, now imperils this esteemed stature amongst his peers. By allowing his attention on the match to wane and succumbing instead to the mocking utterances of the throng, notably on Sunday last in responding to a particular savage native to Brisbane Town. Mr Reid, I earnestly beseech you to DO BETTER! (Alas, here I find myself regrettably enmeshed in the coarseness of the modern vernacular - Forgive Me)
Learnt
“No Man’s Land”, I fear, is transforming into a most disquieting domain, thronged with ever more myriad factions. Originally a place of permanent abode for AFLW, a most considerable number of groups from the colony of Victoria are also making arrangements to take up residence there. These comprise gentlemen from the clubs of St Kilda, Essendon and now, if I may be so audacious to prophesy, Carlton and Melbourne. Shall it be the fate of all said parties to find themselves at length in that dismal realm, bereft of all purpose and direction?