Its all right to question things, but not sure panic mode is justified.
I actually think there's much more panic on here than there is down at the club. And engaging in any panic at all is not justified in my view.
We are not absolutely flying with the way this trade period is panning out but we're not facing the sort of calamity some would like to suggest is about to befall us either.
Bundy is leaving for reasons entirely unrelated to playing footy. Can't see how anyone at the club is responsible for that.
And Domsy has been offered a deal by another club that not even his biggest fan on here would suggest we should consider matching. He's not simply wanting out for a remotely commensurate offer somewhere else. Not at all clear that he's in any way unhappy at the Cattery.
And Trav was shopped last year, and he's on the same merry-go-round this time as well. It's not like his footy this year was consistently good enough to prevent the scrutiny of his worth emerging again. Not sure how the club has clearly got that one wrong either.
Sure, Frawley chose the Hawks over us. But he's far from alone there. Players are almost incessantly choosing the brown and gold over every other club in the comp right now.
Totally understand that the 'compensation' we receieve if Bundy, Tom and Trav are out the door will not satiisfy too many around here. But that's always going to be the case.
From the club's viewpoint, I wonder how many objective examples anyone can provide that the club has played a precipitous role in 'forcing' the exit of any of these blokes. Or 'barring the way in' for players like Chip.
I, for one, don't see any evidence whatsoever.
Mistakes are made at the GFC. Let's be clear about that, But to suggest that the leadership or culture at the club has deteriorated to the point where players are actively seeking a pathway out simply to avoid the train-wreck just around the corner has no basis in fact at this point.
In short, the idea of a leadership vacuum and poisonous culture developing at the club at the moment simply suits the narrative of the perennially disgruntled.