Russian Demon
Premiership Player
- Mar 26, 2015
- 4,225
- 5,651
- AFL Club
- Melbourne
The Bandwagon was looking a little dinged up after the full refurbishment undertaken in 2021. While other clubs were spending their skiing holiday money on the Pokies, the MFC Bandwagon was rebuilt on a long, triumphant trip to Perth: New panels, new engine, a premiership flag streaming out the back and a full tank of optimism to drive into the years ahead. The design was good, and by God did we invest in quality - we don't want to end up like the Bulldogs wagon, grinding to a halt after 3 months like a Soviet-era Lada because they blew the budget on hookers and blow in Kuta. But even a Rolls Royce needs to be serviced to keep the lustre and purr, and the wins of late have been devoid of satisfaction or quality opposition.
As the Bandwagon pulled into Glenferrie Road, it looked like the opulent palace of a Dictator who had been taken and lynched by the mob years before. Gold statues of Kennett lay toppled with the heads defaced, and the man himself lay at their feet wittering away about how he wishes he still had "the car with the little flag on the bonnet" (https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CcoeVpnqfaM/hqdefault.jpg). Poker machines lined every wall, but the floor was scattered with endless reports and papers. Picking up a pile stacked onto the Premiership cabinet I saw The MFC Guide to Tanking, How to Ruin a gun #1 draftee, Racism in the 20th Century (A Beginner's Guide) and Coaching for Dummies (Foreword by Alastair Clarkson).
Delving in further I saw the opulent Brown and Gold tapestries in the hallowed halls of Waverly Park. The damp was causing the brilliant veneer to fade, only to reveal a foundation of Collingwood delusion and first generation money. Finally I arrived, to the epicentre of the Hawforn fortress - where the once proud trophy room had been turned into a smelter. I watched as Sam Mitchell and James Sicily placed each trophy into the fire, melting down the alloy to pour into the waiting statue mould. As it cooled I snuck a peek at the plaque and saw the freshly polished nameplate which read................Harley Reid. Realising my mistake I turned tail and fled back to the BandWagon, driving down Glenferrie road to avoid contamination with the sole mission to report the fresh pandemic being spawned into the bowels of Waverley ---- Messiah Syndrome.
Demons by 80
As the Bandwagon pulled into Glenferrie Road, it looked like the opulent palace of a Dictator who had been taken and lynched by the mob years before. Gold statues of Kennett lay toppled with the heads defaced, and the man himself lay at their feet wittering away about how he wishes he still had "the car with the little flag on the bonnet" (https://i.ytimg.com/vi/CcoeVpnqfaM/hqdefault.jpg). Poker machines lined every wall, but the floor was scattered with endless reports and papers. Picking up a pile stacked onto the Premiership cabinet I saw The MFC Guide to Tanking, How to Ruin a gun #1 draftee, Racism in the 20th Century (A Beginner's Guide) and Coaching for Dummies (Foreword by Alastair Clarkson).
Delving in further I saw the opulent Brown and Gold tapestries in the hallowed halls of Waverly Park. The damp was causing the brilliant veneer to fade, only to reveal a foundation of Collingwood delusion and first generation money. Finally I arrived, to the epicentre of the Hawforn fortress - where the once proud trophy room had been turned into a smelter. I watched as Sam Mitchell and James Sicily placed each trophy into the fire, melting down the alloy to pour into the waiting statue mould. As it cooled I snuck a peek at the plaque and saw the freshly polished nameplate which read................Harley Reid. Realising my mistake I turned tail and fled back to the BandWagon, driving down Glenferrie road to avoid contamination with the sole mission to report the fresh pandemic being spawned into the bowels of Waverley ---- Messiah Syndrome.
Demons by 80
