Chris Judd was going to be a saviour to the demoralised Carlton faithful, who were getting use to being belted every week. Every club would of wanted a player like him at his peak. Being a man of his talent money was always going to be a issue for every club. But of course not Carlton. With Carlton having Dick Pratt's Visy dollars, money was never an object.
With Chris Judd at the Blues the fans could dare to dream again. He was to bring Carlton into the finals and Premiership glory was going to be a given in the preceding years.
After trade week you couldn’t wipe the smirk from Carlton fans ugly mugs, they thought their mob had bent West Coast over, applied lubricant and given them a jolly good rogering. Unfortunately for Carlton reality set in, Chris Judd was a poor man's Chris Judd , a completely different player, not the player we knew.
Here I’ve got phone conversation transcripts to give you an insight into Carlton's Chris Judd, off the football field.
Rebecca Twigley:
Hey Chris.
Do you want to come over to my “Buddy” Franklin’s house and have some coke n’ ice?
Chris Judd:
No thanks Rebecca. I’m not a cool drink fan.
Rebecca Twigley:
Umm….actually, it’s not really….never mind.
Sticks Kernahan:
Hi Chris, Sticks here.
I know that it’s stipulated in your contract that you must receive a Carlton Best & Fairest every year on your contract, but I’m not convinced we can get away with it. What if you go down with a major injury?
Chris Judd:
No ones going to know. Even if I miss half the year no one else is worthy of the Best & Fairest at Carlton.
Sticks Kernahan:
Yeah, you’re right Chris…people are stupid...HA HA HA HA HA
Chris Judd:
*under his breath* I’m speaking to one.
Daniel Kerr:
Hey Juddy, Kerry here.
I’ve just got back from the Pharmacist with a fresh batch off prescriptions which I forged again. I’ve also got plenty of my usual horse chaff. Are you interested in any of these to ease the pain on your injured groin? I’m coming over to Melbourne tomorrow.
Chris Judd:
Nah mate.
I’m captain of the All Australian team. You wouldn’t receive that honour if you weren’t going at all cylinders.
Daniel Kerr:
*sarcastically*Yeah, of course you wouldn’t.
Judd’s Best Friend:
Hey Chris.
I have to get something off my chest.
I’m really disappointed in you mate. To be playing for such an immoral club, it disgusts me that you went to a club like this just for the money.
Chris Judd:
Half way through the 2007 season Visy came over to my house and piled a dump truck of money on my lawn….I’m not made of stone.
Judd’s Best Friend:
True.
But doesn’t it disturb you that they are cheating the salary cap with that ‘Visy Environmental Ambassador’ bullshit? Or Carlton using Visy’s money to purchase all of these other players, with Carlton paying them with money mostly outside the salary cap?
You and I know Carlton are going to be done for cheating the salary cap soon.
Chris Judd:
It’s all right mate.........I’ve already won a premiership..He He He.
Carlton Doctor:
Hey Chris, Doc here.
I’ve been reviewing you X rays and unfortunately it’s not good news....you’re groin is unrepairable.
You can still play football the way it is, but you will never get back to full capacity.
Chris Judd:
Ohhhhh.
Well I kind of expected to hear that.
Would you mind not telling the coaching staff, players and media about this? If I tell everyone I’m at full fitness I doubt anyone would tell the difference.
Heck, Carlton fans were convinced I was fully fit.
Carlton Doctor:
Sure thing, no one else needs to know.
Brendan Fevola:
Juddy, Fev here.
I’m having a piss up at my place tonight it’s a BYOD party.
Chris Judd:
BYOD?
Bredan Fevola:
Bring Your Own Dildo.
Chris Judd:
I can’t come to your party Fev. I don’t drink during the preseason. If we are to win a premiership this type of bullshit has to stop.
When I was at West Coast, other then a few, we where a professional club that strived on working harder then the opposition each week. That started by putting in a good preseason, having party’s like this during this period will **** you up when it comes to the hard running, which will effect your fitness base that you will be need to run out games against teams like the Geelong and the Hawks.
Brendan Fevola:
Uhhhhh.
You only had say no.
With Chris Judd at the Blues the fans could dare to dream again. He was to bring Carlton into the finals and Premiership glory was going to be a given in the preceding years.
After trade week you couldn’t wipe the smirk from Carlton fans ugly mugs, they thought their mob had bent West Coast over, applied lubricant and given them a jolly good rogering. Unfortunately for Carlton reality set in, Chris Judd was a poor man's Chris Judd , a completely different player, not the player we knew.
Here I’ve got phone conversation transcripts to give you an insight into Carlton's Chris Judd, off the football field.
Rebecca Twigley:
Hey Chris.
Do you want to come over to my “Buddy” Franklin’s house and have some coke n’ ice?
Chris Judd:
No thanks Rebecca. I’m not a cool drink fan.
Rebecca Twigley:
Umm….actually, it’s not really….never mind.
Sticks Kernahan:
Hi Chris, Sticks here.
I know that it’s stipulated in your contract that you must receive a Carlton Best & Fairest every year on your contract, but I’m not convinced we can get away with it. What if you go down with a major injury?
Chris Judd:
No ones going to know. Even if I miss half the year no one else is worthy of the Best & Fairest at Carlton.
Sticks Kernahan:
Yeah, you’re right Chris…people are stupid...HA HA HA HA HA
Chris Judd:
*under his breath* I’m speaking to one.
Daniel Kerr:
Hey Juddy, Kerry here.
I’ve just got back from the Pharmacist with a fresh batch off prescriptions which I forged again. I’ve also got plenty of my usual horse chaff. Are you interested in any of these to ease the pain on your injured groin? I’m coming over to Melbourne tomorrow.
Chris Judd:
Nah mate.
I’m captain of the All Australian team. You wouldn’t receive that honour if you weren’t going at all cylinders.
Daniel Kerr:
*sarcastically*Yeah, of course you wouldn’t.
Judd’s Best Friend:
Hey Chris.
I have to get something off my chest.
I’m really disappointed in you mate. To be playing for such an immoral club, it disgusts me that you went to a club like this just for the money.
Chris Judd:
Half way through the 2007 season Visy came over to my house and piled a dump truck of money on my lawn….I’m not made of stone.
Judd’s Best Friend:
True.
But doesn’t it disturb you that they are cheating the salary cap with that ‘Visy Environmental Ambassador’ bullshit? Or Carlton using Visy’s money to purchase all of these other players, with Carlton paying them with money mostly outside the salary cap?
You and I know Carlton are going to be done for cheating the salary cap soon.
Chris Judd:
It’s all right mate.........I’ve already won a premiership..He He He.
Carlton Doctor:
Hey Chris, Doc here.
I’ve been reviewing you X rays and unfortunately it’s not good news....you’re groin is unrepairable.
You can still play football the way it is, but you will never get back to full capacity.
Chris Judd:
Ohhhhh.
Well I kind of expected to hear that.
Would you mind not telling the coaching staff, players and media about this? If I tell everyone I’m at full fitness I doubt anyone would tell the difference.
Heck, Carlton fans were convinced I was fully fit.
Carlton Doctor:
Sure thing, no one else needs to know.
Brendan Fevola:
Juddy, Fev here.
I’m having a piss up at my place tonight it’s a BYOD party.
Chris Judd:
BYOD?
Bredan Fevola:
Bring Your Own Dildo.
Chris Judd:
I can’t come to your party Fev. I don’t drink during the preseason. If we are to win a premiership this type of bullshit has to stop.
When I was at West Coast, other then a few, we where a professional club that strived on working harder then the opposition each week. That started by putting in a good preseason, having party’s like this during this period will **** you up when it comes to the hard running, which will effect your fitness base that you will be need to run out games against teams like the Geelong and the Hawks.
Brendan Fevola:
Uhhhhh.
You only had say no.
Serious guilt complex here.
