Universal Love tribey's POTY

[tribey]

He deserved another 12 months. However it was clear that the board and the coach disagreed on where the list is at. Chapman is scared shitless of a rebuild and the effect on their coffers in terms of sponsors, relevance and crowds. Money money money with adelaide.

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

 

[finbarr]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

POTY.

 

[Mangus Onfries]

tribey, I think you just articulated what every Port supporters feelings are perfectly.

 

[Seanybruz]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Epic post! MRW I read through it.

 

[I Dont Care]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Excellent post

 

[DonDraper]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Wow.

 

[ozph1870]

rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session

great post, especially the above bit in bold...

 

[Forzaport]

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

 

[Zakk Wylde]

Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session

Amazing...

 

[Pappagallo]

a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session

Somehow this is not even my favourite part.

 

[Lightning_Rod]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

TRIBEY <3

 

[VineValerian]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Gosh

 

[bomberclifford]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

This requires a post-coital cigarette.

 

[Macca19]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

Post of the Decade!

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

Visual of the Decade!

 

[JohnHinckleyJr]

Amazing...

+Jennifer Lawrence

 

[Janus]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

This is the post of a man who has been across to the dark side, and come back with a stronger love for what makes a football club what it is. But more than that, what makes Port Adelaide...Port Adelaide.

Much ♥, tribes. You've said eloquently what the rest of us are thinking.

 

[Magpiespower]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Printed, framed and hanging on the wall...

 

[malph]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

Post should be stickied and locked. F*** me.

 

[Killer Power]

Chapman sounds like the worst type of person to be involved with a living, breathing football club.

We scoffed at the likes of Trigg and the complete lack of accountability for every sideways and backward decision he made during his marathon tenure - and he deserved it because he's a patronising campaigner whose career record in no way justifies his smarmy FIGJAM attitude - but Chapman is something else entirely.

Glenn Archer previously described his type as 'linament sniffers', well-heeled white collar types who work their way into the inner sanctum of football clubs to rub shoulders with players and coaches with absolutely no idea as to how the joint works or what the parameters are for success.

When the videos of the 19th Man chants night and the subsequent remaster of the club song came out - something more in keeping with an off-broadway production of the Lion King - it fuelled long-held suspicions that the Adelaide Football Club has no idea what it's raison d'être is. It's not there to produce cheesy diversity advertisements that are more in keeping with corporate America (woman having a blast? check! grandfatherly old man looking pleased? check! passionate child? check! non-threatening southeast asian of indeterminable origin? check!), it's there to win games of Australian Rules Football. But you wouldn't know.

The rest of the state has long scoffed at our heritage and associated marketing. The Creed, the prisonbar, "we are Port Adelaide", "never tear us apart", but you know what? We know who we are. And we know what we want, and we know what we represent. Our football club, which launched itself from its base on the corner of Queen Street & Brougham Place to the national stage by playing tough, uncompromising, winning football, exists to make its members and supporters proud and its rivals and haters losers. That's it.

We don't exist to serve as fluffers to the SANFL and its parasitic member clubs. We don't exist as some sort of quasi-pantomime for the entire state to get behind by default, with a phalanx of pliable ambassadors in the media dutifully pushing our barrow (careful, Penbo).

We exist to win premierships. You're either with us or against us.

And after a horrendous flirtation with the Crows' generic "all things to all people" model we decided to ignore all clayton's advice to the contrary and unashamedly emphasise who we are, tore away from the cesspool at West Lakes and the dormant Port Adelaide base came back in droves. Haysman, Duncanson, Koch, Thomas and a host of others behind the scenes made that happen with a single-minded determination not seen in South Australian football since Bruce Weber pulled the trigger in 1990.

Boat-shoed spivs like Chapman? When you allow yourself to be bewildered by and can't outmanoeuvre the likes of Stephen Rowe when pressed on football operations matters, it's obvious you need to GTFO and back to the world of banking where you belong. For too long he and Trigg have been allowed to personify the vanilla mediocrity that used to drip off the likes of North, Glenelg and WWT when one of them would emerge to challenge us in the late eighties and nineties as it became increasingly obvious we'd outgrown the SANFL.

They inhabit a realm padded with corporate jibberish further emphasising their complete detachment from reality. Supporters and members - the lifeblood of any club - are 'customers' and 'agitators'. Poxy kiddified rebrands unapologetically foisted upon them because a cartoon bird head assumedly tested well at Mitchell Park kindergarten.

And yet all the while everyone, from the CEO down to Dimity of Christies Beach, deludes themselves into believing they're this sleeping juggernaut that slays its enemies while rivalling a Jennifer Hawkins-Ariana Grande scissor session for appearing superattractive to anyone from the outside.

I guess that's why they beat us at football nearly half the time.

Rob Chapman? 4 more years!

tl;dr

Nah, brilliant stuff and bang on the mark imo

 

[finbarr]

Post should be stickied and locked. F*** me.

Seriously. Tribey should give permission for Rucci to print this in his Friday Roast or whatever it is, read it out on air Saturday, email it to Gerard Whateley. Whatever, it needs a larger audience.

 

[Pappagallo]

Seriously. Tribey should give permission for Rucci to print this in his Friday Roast or whatever it is, read it out on air Saturday, email it to Gerard Whateley. Whatever, it needs a larger audience.

An arse-reaming of this magnitude would never make it into mainstream media.

Maybe in the ACT.

 

[Ford Fairlane]

Seriously. Tribey should give permission for Rucci to print this in his Friday Roast or whatever it is, read it out on air Saturday, email it to Gerard Whateley. Whatever, it needs a larger audience.

I suspect most of AA's audience would slip into a coma by the third para. Long words, brain hurts.

 

[cortez]

Tribey - 4000 alerts.

 

[Macca_1870]

Tribey goes BANG!

 

[Spadge]

strong urge to fap over that tribey post