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Another one that had that air of inevitability about it, given that there was little or no hope against the South Sydney steamroller - no finesse, not much skill there - just roll over the top of them with huge, ugly units, and the relentless pressure will get them in the end.
Wouldn't want to meet any of the Burgess Bros in a dark alley at night, let alone share a cell with them at Long Bay.
No Farah, no cigar, is sounding like a broken record, and the The Try Scoring Freak just couldn't put his hands on the ball, always spilling it out of the end of the fingertips.
Thinking Adam Blair - the club's worst buy ever - played his worst game ever [and he's had his fair share of shockers].
Gave away nigh on all the Balmain penalties in the first half that led directly to points on the board for the opposition just through his own stupdity.
Late in the second half, Blair contrived to find himself entirely out of position on the wrong side of the scrum, and copped an almighty serve from the young half back, Luke Brooks.
The 19-year-old told his team mate, the grizzled veteran Blair, in no uncertain terms, that he was a "complete and utter idiot" - the words could have even been more profane than that - the kiddie didn't care about such nonsense as seniority and history.
Reputation has no place on the field of battle.
On interview after the game, Blair tried hard to hang his head in shame, and was asked where to now? to which he replied "I reckon I'll be touched up by the coach on Monday and Tuesday".
At least he's knows what's comin'.
At the finish the television commentators reminded South Sydney supporters that they have two byes in the next four rounds.
The Good Lady Wife commented "oh dear, that'll mean the crime rate will go up".
Coach Potter made no bones about it in the press scrum after full-time: "I thought the score was a reflection of how the game went. No disrespect to our team, we tried as hard as we possibly could but you can’t hand over possession like we did.”
No disrespect?
What is he saying?
We'll find out in due course.
Somehow, no idea how, the Tigers manage to cling onto 8th spot on the ladder.
With that in mind, slipped into the Front Bar at The Local on Monday morning in the hope of getting some insight, but instead found The Philosopher in his usual corner crunching on a split half cucumber that the barmaid had thoughtfully poked into his Bloody Mary, but all he could offer as he took the last bite out of his salad and had a good draft of his health juice was "well, as a Balmain boy, you'd know all about the utmost importance of remaining optimistic".

SOUTH SYDNEY RABBITOHS 32. Tries: Johnston (2), Turner (2), Merritt. Goals: Reynolds (6).
WESTS TIGERS 10. Tries: Austin, Tedesco. Goals: Richards (1)
At Olympic Stadium, Homebush.
Crowd: 20,721.


Found myself perched on the bottom deck of the first tier of the Doug Walters Stand (it will be hundred years before people like me call it the Victor Trumper Stand), overlooking the south west corner of the ground at the Randwick End, on Saturday avo, with the Country Member, his young lad, and a shady character only known as Mad Mac.
We knew that there would be a fair mob in when we saw the event bus queue at Central snaking around into Eddy Ave.
There was a huge crowd of red and white milling around outside the gates waiting to go in, when a group of four very large blokes cut a swathe through it as if they were parting the Red Sea.
They had Port guernsey's on, draped in very heavy trench coats and tall Cossack-like black hats, and one of them wore a conspicuous leather jacket with a coat of arms elaborately embroidered on the back, that was topped with the words: SERBIAN CHETNIKS.
Thought to myself "ooh, they're not the sort of Port fans you'd want to mess with".
All class.
There are not many games on at the proper time on Saturday arvo nowadays, when back in the day all the games used to be played at the same time on Saturday, and then, along came television, so couldn't pass up the opportunity to have a look see at 1st v 3rd first hand.
The first quarter was a behind-a-thon ...count e'em...couldn't kick a goal to save themselves, then they inexplicably let Port right back into the game in the second, so, as usual, it all came down to The Champo, but then it didn't, even though Sydney kicked 5 mighty handy goals to three, the question was far from settled.
Never got the the chance to put on my Mexican death mask to scare the shit out of the nearest opposition spectator - that only gets donned when you get to the point in the game where your team has won it, beyond doubt, and the Fat Lady starts singing.
Never happened.
Blind Freddy could see the Swans were in a struggle to the death against a quality side.
Port doesn't boast much in the way of heavy artillery, but they more than equalised the Swans ruck, and they rely on being very fleet of foot and being the fittest team in the comp.
As the Swans started to flag at the start of the final stanza, and were out on their fet well before the finish, Port just carried on is if nothing had happened.
That's probably why they've won so many games this year.
With 20 or so minutes left, found myself reaching for the heart pills that someone had thoughtfully tipped into my pocket before leaving for the ground.
With 10 minutes to go, the cliff hanger unresolved and the finger nails down to the quick, someone asked if they should order an ambo for me.
Hell no!
Obviously what was needed was a drink in a crisis and the cry went up "Nurse! Brandy!" and the hip flask was duly passed around.
Never quite been among or seen or heard a crowd at the SCG go so absolutely ape shit in the denoument, as Lance Franklin kicked the two match winning goals in the last five minutes
Everyone just lost their shit and were on their feet in the standing ovation to end all standing ovations as the final siren sounded.
Got away with it by four points.
Never mind the quivering mass of nerve endings.
As we were leaving the ground, the Country Member's lad pointed out the extraordinary sight of the mass of humanity that was shuffling along Driver Avenue towards Paddington and Darlinghurst - an ocean of red & white.
Never seen anything like it since one day at the 2000 Olympics.
Little doubt the ground was less than seven thousand short of capacity, a full house for all intents and purposes, jammed in like we were in the tiny thin seats with yr knees more or less jammed up against the row in front of you, nothing luxurious about it, and cannot imagine sitting in a seat like that for a whole day at the cricket!
Laid my eyes on the fully completed new MA Noble & Bradman Stands for the first time, which the Trust has spent a squillion on, for the exclusive use of Members.
You'd be much better off in there by the looks, and why not?
The rich and entitled can afford it, it seems.
On the event bus back to Central after the game, there was some animated discussion among the folk on board on who might be Best on Ground, so a straw poll was taken that awarded the Brownlow votes, if the Bamfords had any sense, thus: 3 votes Franklin. 2 votes K.Jack, 1 vote Ebert.
Was thinking on reflection that the Swans have been relatively lucky with injuries; the Sydney Football Dept has a happy knack of keeping their roster largely out of Sick Bay with proper training and preventative treatment, so news that filtered through on the Monday morning that the Hannbery Kiddie would be rubbed out for about a month with an ankle mischief came as a blow; a big loss to a firing mid-field.
The Stats Guru had no need to point out that that's eight on the trot, and they only have to get past Richmond (a) and GWS (h) in the next couple of weeks to complete the double purple patch, and then they've got a dream draw in the run home.
Coach Horse, as he sucked on his out-sized Cuban gazing out to sea during Sunday morning smoko down by the magic waters, would have been thinking that you never look a gift horse in the mouth, while scratching what's left of the hair on his head thinking of ways to keep the team focused with their eyes on the prize.

SYDNEY: 2.8, 6.12, 11.13, 14.14 (98). Goals: Franklin 5, Goodes 3, McVeigh 2, K.Jack, Jetta, Kennedy, Hannebery.
PORT ADELAIDE: 1.2, 6.5, 9.10, 13.16 (94). Goals: Schulz 4, Monfries 3, White 2, Wingard 2, Ebert, Westhoff.
At Sydney Cricket Ground.
Crowd: 41,317.