I was a sceptic at first, but I got down to training the other day, and my god, TT was right.
This Collins kid is something else. It was like he was playing a different game to everyone else. Still footy, that is, but yeah, you get my meaning. He was awesome.
I mean, some players have a natural instinct about being in the right place to mark the footy, but Collins.. you could tell that he didn't just watch the flight of the ball, he was actually performing lightning-fast mental three-dimensional calculus to perfectly triangulate the arrival vector of the aggot. Magical.
And when he went for a grab, his hands were vice-like. I'm talking the sort of grip that would put a pissed off grizzly bear to shame.
As far as his delivery was concerned, regardless of whether by hand or foot (and on one amusing occasion, both), he was hitting targets like they owed him money (or as though they were Andrew Lovett's girlfriend. Yeah.)
Has a bit of mongrel in him too. Pretty sure I heard him say to Jake King "if you're gonna whine like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch". I turned around at that point to grab a beer off a mate, heard a loud slapping noise, and turned back to see Kingy lying on the ground crying like a girl, Collins standing over him with this crazy look in his eyes, laughing like a madman.
Add on to this his ability to crash packs, bust midfields wide open with his whippet-like pace, extract hard ball like a hard ball extraction machine, and singlehandedly win games like no other player since David Bourke, and I'm pretty sure you'll all agree that we're on to something pretty freakin special here.
Looking forward to round one, where having kicked his fifth goal on a demoralised Chris Judd after the siren to win the game, this new tiger superstar walks up to the channel 9 boundary rider, grabs the mic, says "I'm Andy Collins, bitch", spits, chucks the mic on the ground, and lights up a ciggie to properly kick back and enjoy the moment.
2008. Year of the Collins.
This Collins kid is something else. It was like he was playing a different game to everyone else. Still footy, that is, but yeah, you get my meaning. He was awesome.
I mean, some players have a natural instinct about being in the right place to mark the footy, but Collins.. you could tell that he didn't just watch the flight of the ball, he was actually performing lightning-fast mental three-dimensional calculus to perfectly triangulate the arrival vector of the aggot. Magical.
And when he went for a grab, his hands were vice-like. I'm talking the sort of grip that would put a pissed off grizzly bear to shame.
As far as his delivery was concerned, regardless of whether by hand or foot (and on one amusing occasion, both), he was hitting targets like they owed him money (or as though they were Andrew Lovett's girlfriend. Yeah.)
Has a bit of mongrel in him too. Pretty sure I heard him say to Jake King "if you're gonna whine like a bitch, I'm gonna slap you like a bitch". I turned around at that point to grab a beer off a mate, heard a loud slapping noise, and turned back to see Kingy lying on the ground crying like a girl, Collins standing over him with this crazy look in his eyes, laughing like a madman.
Add on to this his ability to crash packs, bust midfields wide open with his whippet-like pace, extract hard ball like a hard ball extraction machine, and singlehandedly win games like no other player since David Bourke, and I'm pretty sure you'll all agree that we're on to something pretty freakin special here.
Looking forward to round one, where having kicked his fifth goal on a demoralised Chris Judd after the siren to win the game, this new tiger superstar walks up to the channel 9 boundary rider, grabs the mic, says "I'm Andy Collins, bitch", spits, chucks the mic on the ground, and lights up a ciggie to properly kick back and enjoy the moment.
2008. Year of the Collins.










