Coach Caro's view on Dimma

[Nostradumbass]

I think Richo is ok and a much better commentator than footballer

 

[James80]

Come'on man!, Richo kicked 800 goals, was a wonderful player, only eclipsed by Dusty in past 30 or so years...

If he was an average kick he would have kicked 1,600 goals and then been a champion. I expressed my opinion to him in person in 2016 and he agreed. He is a very genuine and self aware man. Much respect.

 

[Phar Ace]

u serious? McGuire is retiring from his football administration role not his media work. Wilson is controversial in print, radio and on television. Unfortunately like the AFL industry seems to love dinosaurs like Bruce, BT, KB Eddie and Wilson

Not sure why the 'Industry' loves them - they are holding the Industry back IMO. They deserve historical respect, no question, but supportive roles should be their go moving forward.

 

[Livonski]

If he was an average kick he would have kicked 1,600 goals and then been a champion. I expressed my opinion to him in person in 2016 and he agreed. He is a very genuine and self aware man. Much respect.

You did what?

 

[Tiger_Of_Old]

If he was an average kick he would have kicked 1,600 goals and then been a champion. I expressed my opinion to him in person in 2016 and he agreed. He is a very genuine and self aware man. Much respect.

Kicking 800 goals maybe low in your opinion but thanks to him were able too kick 100k goals on the back of Richo.
He kept this club afloat.

 

[Not Important]

You did what?

expressed an opinion that is universally unsupported.

 

[Livonski]

expressed an opinion that is universally unsupported.

Expressed it to Richo himself. Good lord!
That takes an extra level of narcissism and complete lack of social norms. (If he did it).

 

[captain blood 17]

If he was an average kick he would have kicked 1,600 goals and then been a champion. I expressed my opinion to him in person in 2016 and he agreed. He is a very genuine and self aware man. Much respect.

Oh man, who are you really? This is fantastic stuff.

 

[Not Important]

Expressed it to Richo himself. Good lord!
That takes an extra level of narcissism and complete lack of social norms. (If he did it).

bingo!

 

[Ceehook]

I think Richo is ok and a much better commentator than footballer (no player that is that poor a kick can be considered a champion). Listen to him on Talking Tigers and you get the real Richo, listen to his Channel 7 commentary and he is almost always straight bat.

oh no , cant agree , I like his commentary but wouldn't put him in the top level for it , keeping it close to home I liked Ms Malthouse in the same role

kicking , cant kick kingsley was worse
Richo would have great days with the boot and he'd kick them from some seriously tough spots , but then miss the sitter from 12 mtrs out dead in front
they etched into our brain , we remember those vividly

I went to a Punt rd training and he was having shots at goal from beyond 50
drilled everyone , at least 20 shots , he was very relaxed
and he did back it up the next night with 5 in the 1st qtr against the Lions with the last one being from the boundary and the 50 arc
I said out a loud when having his 1st shot "he kicks this we will win and he'll kick a bag" a few yes's rippled arpound the near by crowd
When lining for the shot after the siren I again said out loud "he'll drill this and we'll win by 100"
supporters around me started celebrating , I got several pats on the back , people looked at me and smiled all game long
bizzare but lovely

 

[Marcel Proust]

Dimma discussed it today with media.

Media seem to have moved on

 

[roacheee]

My guess, Grimes is a communist and it's placing strain on the playing group.

You're more likely to be a poo jogger

 

[RICHOLEGEND12]

I think Richo is ok and a much better commentator than footballer (no player that is that poor a kick can be considered a champion). Listen to him on Talking Tigers and you get the real Richo, listen to his Channel 7 commentary and he is almost always straight bat. I do agree it would be very difficult, but Caro, I can't remember the last time she wrote positively on the Tigers, regardless of the subject matter. Overcompensating? I think she should just retire, bit like McGuire, we've all had enough.

Can somebody make me a mod? I'm banning this guy.

 

[Dunger]

Can somebody make me a mod? I'm banning this guy.

I think it is Richo taking the piss

Richo is the only person that would ever yalk about Richo that way, every other tiger fan/player/official loves him

 

[Rimmer]

Her opinion isn't important, you can tell she supports the club but she regularly tips against us on footy classified.

We could do without our own homegrown troll spouting rubbish in the media.

Wonder what she will say when Dimma's contract extension comes through, if we are lucky she will go support some other hapless club.

 

[tropicaltiger]

If he was an average kick he would have kicked 1,600 goals and then been a champion. I expressed my opinion to him in person in 2016 and he agreed. He is a very genuine and self aware man. Much respect.

Would like to believe you

 

[Vassp]

Sometime during the end of season 2016 Dimma went to the USA, way down in the south, Louisiana to be precise.
It was there that it all started, Dimma walked into a bar a and a few drinks later, quite a few actually. he got friendly with a barmaid by the name of Lucille.
She had striking dark eyes and dark hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her voice was hoarse and she knew how to use it, any strangers who tried to make sexual advances at her quickly found themselves wondering why they even tried. Dimma drank his sorrows away and told her about the year he had. Lucille mentioned a place called the Crossroads, she scribbled something on a napkin and folded it tightly, then she pressed her lips on it leaving her lipstick mark. Dimma stood dumbfounded, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, so close her lips touched his ear, "meet me at midnight, you must be there at midnight tomorrow.". she whispered and placed the folded napkin in Dimma's shirt pocket.

The following day with directions scribbled on the napkin Dimma set off. He drove and drove, past endless plantations, stopping only to fuel up and get his coffee fix. Dimma drove at times not knowing where or how time had passed, It had just gotten dark. Dimma was still feeling hungover and the caffeine had worn off. It rains hard in the south, and this particular night it was at its worst. The wipers were on full speed and still, it was nearly impossible to see.
Dimma nearly gave up, he nearly turned back around when inside he knew he had to press on, he was on a lonely dirt road and not long after he finally found the Crossroads.

He parked his car about a hundred metres back from the crossroads, it was only 9:30pm! There was no traffic, not a car or person in sight. Dimma wound down his window just a few centimeters and reflected on the 2016 season once again, after an hour or so he had had enough and decided to turn on the radio. The reception was bad but eventually, he stumbled on a Christian Rock music station. He checked the time occasionally and then somehow he got completely absorbed with the music, time flew past. Dimma's trancelike state had been broken by static that had consumed the music, the car's clock started to flicker, it was 11:59 pm.

The rain had slowed to a trickle, Dimma bolted out of the car and stopped right in the middle of the crossroads. there was no one there. It was eerily quiet and Dimma felt uneasy..........

 

[Ceehook]

should Caro's view of Dimma be something like this

 

[Thrasher97]

 

[Grrr]

Sometime during the end of season 2016 Dimma went to the USA, way down in the south, Louisiana to be precise.
It was there that it all started, Dimma walked into a bar a and a few drinks later, quite a few actually. he got friendly with a barmaid by the name of Lucille.
She had striking dark eyes and dark hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her voice was hoarse and she knew how to use it, any strangers who tried to make sexual advances at her quickly found themselves wondering why they even tried. Dimma drank his sorrows away and told her about the year he had. Lucille mentioned a place called the Crossroads, she scribbled something on a napkin and folded it tightly, then she pressed her lips on it leaving her lipstick mark. Dimma stood dumbfounded, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, so close her lips touched his ear, "meet me at midnight, you must be there at midnight tomorrow.". she whispered and placed the folded napkin in Dimma's shirt pocket.

The following day with directions scribbled on the napkin Dimma set off. He drove and drove, past endless plantations, stopping only to fuel up and get his coffee fix. Dimma drove at times not knowing where or how time had passed, It had just gotten dark. Dimma was still feeling hungover and the caffeine had worn off. It rains hard in the south, and this particular night it was at its worst. The wipers were on full speed and still, it was nearly impossible to see.
Dimma nearly gave up, he nearly turned back around when inside he knew he had to press on, he was on a lonely dirt road and not long after he finally found the Crossroads.

He parked his car about a hundred metres back from the crossroads, it was only 9:30pm! There was no traffic, not a car or person in sight. Dimma wound down his window just a few centimeters and reflected on the 2016 season once again, after an hour or so he had had enough and decided to turn on the radio. The reception was bad but eventually, he stumbled on a Christian Rock music station. He checked the time occasionally and then somehow he got completely absorbed with the music, time flew past. Dimma's trancelike state had been broken by static that had consumed the music, the car's clock started to flicker, it was 11:59 pm.

The rain had slowed to a trickle, Dimma bolted out of the car and stopped right in the middle of the crossroads. there was no one there. It was eerily quiet and Dimma felt uneasy..........

Done like this....

 

[Marcel Proust]

Her opinion isn't important, you can tell she supports the club but she regularly tips against us on footy classified.

We could do without our own homegrown troll spouting rubbish in the media.

Wonder what she will say when Dimma's contract extension comes through, if we are lucky she will go support some other hapless club.

Richo consistently talks rubbish on game day. It would be difficult to be a richmond fan in the media and be neutral

 

[k31th]

Sometime during the end of season 2016 Dimma went to the USA, way down in the south, Louisiana to be precise.
It was there that it all started, Dimma walked into a bar a and a few drinks later, quite a few actually. he got friendly with a barmaid by the name of Lucille.
She had striking dark eyes and dark hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her voice was hoarse and she knew how to use it, any strangers who tried to make sexual advances at her quickly found themselves wondering why they even tried. Dimma drank his sorrows away and told her about the year he had. Lucille mentioned a place called the Crossroads, she scribbled something on a napkin and folded it tightly, then she pressed her lips on it leaving her lipstick mark. Dimma stood dumbfounded, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, so close her lips touched his ear, "meet me at midnight, you must be there at midnight tomorrow.". she whispered and placed the folded napkin in Dimma's shirt pocket.

The following day with directions scribbled on the napkin Dimma set off. He drove and drove, past endless plantations, stopping only to fuel up and get his coffee fix. Dimma drove at times not knowing where or how time had passed, It had just gotten dark. Dimma was still feeling hungover and the caffeine had worn off. It rains hard in the south, and this particular night it was at its worst. The wipers were on full speed and still, it was nearly impossible to see.
Dimma nearly gave up, he nearly turned back around when inside he knew he had to press on, he was on a lonely dirt road and not long after he finally found the Crossroads.

He parked his car about a hundred metres back from the crossroads, it was only 9:30pm! There was no traffic, not a car or person in sight. Dimma wound down his window just a few centimeters and reflected on the 2016 season once again, after an hour or so he had had enough and decided to turn on the radio. The reception was bad but eventually, he stumbled on a Christian Rock music station. He checked the time occasionally and then somehow he got completely absorbed with the music, time flew past. Dimma's trancelike state had been broken by static that had consumed the music, the car's clock started to flicker, it was 11:59 pm.

The rain had slowed to a trickle, Dimma bolted out of the car and stopped right in the middle of the crossroads. there was no one there. It was eerily quiet and Dimma felt uneasy..........

of all the things that never happened, this didn't happen the most.

 

[Del65166]

Sometime during the end of season 2016 Dimma went to the USA, way down in the south, Louisiana to be precise.
It was there that it all started, Dimma walked into a bar a and a few drinks later, quite a few actually. he got friendly with a barmaid by the name of Lucille.
She had striking dark eyes and dark hair flowing down to the middle of her back. Her voice was hoarse and she knew how to use it, any strangers who tried to make sexual advances at her quickly found themselves wondering why they even tried. Dimma drank his sorrows away and told her about the year he had. Lucille mentioned a place called the Crossroads, she scribbled something on a napkin and folded it tightly, then she pressed her lips on it leaving her lipstick mark. Dimma stood dumbfounded, she grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him in close, so close her lips touched his ear, "meet me at midnight, you must be there at midnight tomorrow.". she whispered and placed the folded napkin in Dimma's shirt pocket.

The following day with directions scribbled on the napkin Dimma set off. He drove and drove, past endless plantations, stopping only to fuel up and get his coffee fix. Dimma drove at times not knowing where or how time had passed, It had just gotten dark. Dimma was still feeling hungover and the caffeine had worn off. It rains hard in the south, and this particular night it was at its worst. The wipers were on full speed and still, it was nearly impossible to see.
Dimma nearly gave up, he nearly turned back around when inside he knew he had to press on, he was on a lonely dirt road and not long after he finally found the Crossroads.

He parked his car about a hundred metres back from the crossroads, it was only 9:30pm! There was no traffic, not a car or person in sight. Dimma wound down his window just a few centimeters and reflected on the 2016 season once again, after an hour or so he had had enough and decided to turn on the radio. The reception was bad but eventually, he stumbled on a Christian Rock music station. He checked the time occasionally and then somehow he got completely absorbed with the music, time flew past. Dimma's trancelike state had been broken by static that had consumed the music, the car's clock started to flicker, it was 11:59 pm.

The rain had slowed to a trickle, Dimma bolted out of the car and stopped right in the middle of the crossroads. there was no one there. It was eerily quiet and Dimma felt uneasy..........

 

[Vassp]

of all the things that never happened, this didn't happen the most.

How do you know?
never heard of the crossroads?

 

[Vassp]

Yes, this is exactly it.