a light turkey slap

True believers,

What a bloody miracle in The Golden West!
Any team that went down by six goals to zip in the first quarter of what was always going to be a low scoring affair on the wide open spaces at Subiaco Oval, should never have been allowed to get up and snatch the win.
One of the great Lazarus acts, yet again.
Forced to reach for the heart pills when the scores were all locked up with a few minutes left; could not bear another “bloody point” result between these two sides, the history just wouldn’t allow it.
It doesn’t matter who it was who so comprehensively necked our bloke from 30 metres out that the Bamford could not help but blow the whistle with, what, a minute left in the game to produce the match-winning goal.
Didn’t hear his name on account of the screaming of the couple of fanatics on the lounge was too loud.
Haven’t seen his name anywhere in the best players lists, but Young Teddy Richards was about the only one who did anything in the backs in the first half, and then St Paul has the inspiration to move him into the forward line in the second half to get on with business and finish things off.
Had an outstanding game for mine.
That said, Malceski, who played as usual on one leg and one lung, was probably best on ground.
An unusually fast Goodes Train did well to get himself train wrecked by being reported early on in the piece.
He was a marked man after that.
He’s sure to take it down to the tribunal to keep his reputation intact -- joisus, you don’t win two Brownlow’s for nothing, and then some dumb ump called Mathew Head [two blokes, same name, see below] decides he ought to be reported for giving an idiot who was going down in a tackle, a light turkey slap.
Ridiculous.
Only goes to show the Bamford’s have no connection with the reality of the game, otherwise they wouldn’t be Bamfords.
Surely it will be laughed out of court.
Captain Kirk was being referred to on the Channel Ten coverage as The Spiritual Leader.
Crikey! There might be people who are out there who actually pray to some kind of deity when things get tight?!
Surely not?
Magic seemed like he was going around on one of those motorised scooters with an orange flag out the back.
And as for Jude Bolton...someone walked past the telly at the dénouement and just said “thanks jude, just thanks, for coming”.
Been trying to pin point why the West Coast Eagles are the most obnoxious team in the comp for years without success, until this week when Pim Verbeek put his finger on it for me when he was asked to comment on the on-field violence, the foul play, and the dead-set diving for the penalty that characterizes the Iraq national soccer team, and he very emphatically replied without hesitation, “it’s in their nature, its in their culture”, [his italics],
You have to like a man who speaks his mind.
And so it goes also with the West Coast Eagles… its in their culture.
As a result, they generate a kind of animosity in fans not seen in other opposing teams.
As the Good Lady Wife remarked on his first appearance on the television, “oh no! not that Adam Hunter! I just hate that Hunter! I can’t stand the sight of him. Get him off, pleeease!”
Summed it up nicely.
After drinking the bar dry on the red eye special on the way home, SC Roos and the “Leadership Team” would have had a fairly laid back Sunday morning smoko beside the magic waters of the Tasman Sea.
Gazing out on the vista; the only question of any import would have been whether to name BBB “Slugger” Hall in the reserves, or bring him straight back from his holidays with his shrink on the first grade bench.
In any case, SC Roos was caught by the television cameras whistling while shuffling the fist full of foolscaps just at the end of quarter time as he started to walk back to the dug out.
That’s relaxed and comfortable.
All class.
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WEST COAST: 6.1, 8.7, 8.11, 11.12 (78). Goals: Wirrpanda, Kerr, Staker 2, Nicoski, Selwood, Hunter, Lynch, Seaby
SYDNEY: 0.4, 2.7, 6.8, 12.11 (83). Goals: Malceski, McVeigh, Kirk, Bevan, Bolton 2, O'Loughlin, Buchanan.
At Subiaco Oval, Perth.
Crowd 38,802.

Haven’t seen a frame of the Mighty Tiges game as it was played at the “third home ground” and coincided with the Swans game.
But the bush telegraph in the corner of the lounge room chattered into life and came through with the 22-0 half time scoreboard, and there was no doubting it was in the dilly bag, given that the Cowboys turned out without a couple of players on State of Origin duties and the club has a full casualty ward.
Tigers were very short odds on to win from the outset.
Seasoned observers suggest the forward pack again acquitted themselves well, despite the almost complete absence of recognized front row forwards.
Matty Head apparently played out of his mind, and was a clear man of the match.
The Head story is an interesting one, given that he has no contract, just the confidence of SC Sheens, and is costing the club absolutely nothing, as he’s playing on week to week wages.
They probably give him the cash in a brown paper bag in the sheds after the game.
Hoddo continues to lead well, and there should be no underestimating a well led rugby league team.
And by all reports, Benji had his best game of the year proving menacing as he ranged about off the wing into centre three quarter.
Seven tries can’t hurt the for and against difference, which may well come into play at the money end of the season given the complete log jam of teams in the top eight.
Sixth is not a bad place to be, just one win out of the top four.
Travelling nicely, no question.

WESTS TIGERS 40. Tries: Collis, McDonnell, Head, Te'o, Marshall, Heighington, Hodgson. Goals: Hodgson (6).
NORTH QUEENSLAND COWBOYS 16. Tries: Slyner, Harris, T Williams. Goals: J Williams (2).
At Campbelltown Sports Ground.
Crowd: 11,488.

notorious hottie riddled playground

Canine Fanciers

Heard the interview with MJC on departure from Kingsford Smith for the Caribbean:
”I’ve been on the phone to a few of the blokes over there, and Tim Nielsen, so I know what’s going on. I just can’t wait to get on my flight and get over there and play some cricket. It feels like I haven’t had a game in years”.
He didn’t sound too sad.
And then he turns up in Kingston, Jamaica a day late.
You would have thought he could have organised himself a bit better so he could have got on the handy to Punter from Miami airport and say “hey boss, just win the toss and send them in, will ya – I’ll be there in time to have a bat”.
Stayed awake for long enough, all the time tweaking the whisker on the crystal set for the best reception, to catch the first session on day two, when Clarke when from 35 into the 80’s, and then fell asleep secure in the knowledge that there wasn’t a more dead set certainty that a Clarke century in Antigua, with The Kat already having one in the dilly bag.
Seems like at long last Pup is beginning to discern the art of distilling your shot selection in accordance with the particular pitch you are playing on.
If you can’t do that you are dead in test cricket.
Murder the rubbish and the short stuff, while nudging ‘round the one and two’s.
If you find yourself batting on a six lane highway, straight driving would always be the go, yes?
No hooking or pulling, but with the occasional off cut and noodle down to third man and long on.
On interview afterwards he admitted to being very emotional and dedicating the ton to “Graham”
Probably the best test match ton that he’s ever scored by his own admission.
Did like this headline in the Bangkok Post:
“Clarke dedicates Windies ton to dead would be pa-in-law”
Never mind that he was superbly run out by Roy for next to nothing in the second innings, the job had already been done, and the match always looked like a draw anyway.
Interesting that the fiancé has turned up in Barbados, couldn’t be too sad either, to keep an eye on the kiddie in that notorious hottie riddled playground, and prevent any unsavory incidents a la Seth Efreaker last time around.
Suppose he will have to get used to having his style cramped off the field from now on.
Let’s just hope that it doesn’t extend to inside the picket fence.