It was the best of Ross, it was the worst of Ross, it was the age of footy greatness, it was the age of footy shitness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to the top four, we were all going direct the other way.
It is the winter of our collective, purple despair.
Our mentor and tactical mastermind is feeling the heat of 1,602 anonymous, angry web-signatures, and an errant photographer’s flash.
Our fearless, noble leader is bruised and sore from dirty, unsociable squawking yellow and brown pretenders.
Our star forward, after slaying demons, has succumbed to foot-hiccups and must look on helplessly.
An invading army of white and red swans, without their cans of cola, or their pole weapon, will be aiming to defeat our gallant purple warriors.
Last time these two clubs clashed, the swans were victorious. Who cares? Not me.
Who can forget when, in happier times than now, we swept them aside at a boisterous Subiaco Oval amid chants of M-C-G, on the way to our first Grand Final?
That seems like a long time ago, but there have been green shoots this season. If we can keep our solid core of young players together, maybe… just maybe in the not too distant future we’ll get there again.
TL;DR:
It is the winter of our collective, purple despair.
Our mentor and tactical mastermind is feeling the heat of 1,602 anonymous, angry web-signatures, and an errant photographer’s flash.
Our fearless, noble leader is bruised and sore from dirty, unsociable squawking yellow and brown pretenders.
Our star forward, after slaying demons, has succumbed to foot-hiccups and must look on helplessly.
An invading army of white and red swans, without their cans of cola, or their pole weapon, will be aiming to defeat our gallant purple warriors.
Last time these two clubs clashed, the swans were victorious. Who cares? Not me.
Who can forget when, in happier times than now, we swept them aside at a boisterous Subiaco Oval amid chants of M-C-G, on the way to our first Grand Final?
That seems like a long time ago, but there have been green shoots this season. If we can keep our solid core of young players together, maybe… just maybe in the not too distant future we’ll get there again.
TL;DR:
- We’re trash
- So are they
- Hopefully Fyfe plays (or we’d be really ****ed)
- Shame Hogan’s not playing
- We need to win this game
- We really need to win because it’s my birthday weekend
- Please please let’s see an improvement of skills and ball movement
- Kane Cornes is a piece of s**t campaigner
