foaming at the mouth

Sufferers,

It’s always such fun when both your football teams get beaten in home games on the same weekend.
Don’t think it ever happened during the Triumphant Premierships Year.
Only caught the second half of the Swans game on television after hearing them have six unanswered second quarter goals booted on them on the car radio on the way home, and from there on in, it was always going to be catch up football.
What is it about the Randwick end being such a goal magnet, is it the ghost of the Doug Walters Stand, or something?
But the appalling inaccuracy in front of goal in the Championship Quarter was the end of the section, for mine.
Wasn’t SC Roos instructed to put all the players in front of the big sticks at training this week and get them to bang away at the posts from 50 metres out, all day long, all week long?
Whappen?
Son of Gary, according to some fishwraps, was best on ground for the second week in a row, The Goodes Train was like the Curate’s Egg – good in parts – and The Irishman, McVeigh, Buchanan and Big Ted toiled manfully, but as for the others, well?
Did Spida actually play, did anyone sight the Ugliest Man in Football?
Let’s leave these judgements to those who were actually at the ground and witnessed the debacle with their own eyes.
One thing’s for sure, SC Roos would be on the phone tonight to Balmain Road booking at least a whole day’s session in The Room Full of Mirrors to take advantage of the fact that it’s the only place in Sydney where you can take a good hard look at yourself from every conceivable angle.

SYDNEY SWANS: 5.4, 6.5, 10.10, 14.10 (94). Goals: O'Loughlin 3, McVeigh 2, Buchanan 2, O'Keefe,
Jolly, Playfair, Jack, Everitt, J.Bolton, Goodes
WESTERN BULLDOGS: 3.1, 10.2, 14.2, 18.4 (112). Goals: Johnson 5, Cooney 5, Murphy 2, Hahn 2, Tiller
2, Callan, Minson,
At Sydney Cricket Ground.
Crowd: 29,018.

Mad enough to turn down an invitation to a private box at the Tigers game, and actually slept through the entire match, on account of the ridiculously late start at the Western Paddock and an equally ridiculously early start at the office on Sunday morning.
However, now old enough and sensible enough to deduce that the combination of a whopping great skinful and three hours sleep would have killed me for sure.
Tigers were in trouble, by all accounts, after having a few put on them to find themselves trailing by 16-nil at half time.
The second half comeback was “brave” if you believe the fishwraps.
Learned observers suggest The Great Hoddo had a wow of a game, his second in as many days, having played an outstanding full 80 minutes for City in the 22-all rep game against Country on Friday night.
Constantly inserting himself in the backline and setting up plays all over the shop, but apparently made some blunder due to complete and utter exhaustion late in the piece that led to the Bronc’s match winning try.
Another solid display from the forwards, but the halves were at sixes and sevens, reports suggest.
You just have to look at how well that traitor Scotty Prince is going at the Gold Coast to realize what a massive hole he leaves in the Tigers backline…SC Sheens was quite rightly absolutely filthy to the point of foaming at the mouth when the club couldn’t come up with the right love or money to keep him at Leichhardt, and his description of the Prince departure as a “huge, regrettable loss” is undoubtedly coming home to roost, second season on.
Even so 4/4 keeps them just in the top eight, and you’d have to be happy with the two points on offer from the bye next week, but the next stretch of games against Newcastle, Gold Coast, Easts, and North Queensland will undoubtedly decide the future of the season.

WESTS TIGERS 22. Tries: T'eo (2), McDonnell, Collis. Goals: Hodgson (3).
BRISBANE BRONCOS 34. Tries: Robinson (2), Kemp, Thaiday, Hunt, Wallace. Goals: Ennis (4), Wallace (1).
At Olympic Stadium, Homebush.
Crowd: 11,177.