Mattie2016
Cancelled
- Dec 10, 2018
- 260
- 236
- AFL Club
- Western Bulldogs
There is a familiar ring to this season. The ever-calm relaxed coach, waxing lyrical as his band of young stars rise to the challenge, while the footy world watches with curious scepticism.
In 2016, the stars aligned despite an horrendous injury record, that saw Murphy, Crameri, Wallis and Redpath unavailable for for the Premiership, while Johannisen, Boyd and Wood headlined a reveloving door of other stars who were missing in action for large stages of that campaign. Despite that, we managed to BE THERE, in the Top 8 for September, where unspeakable magic dust was sprinkled to deliver the ultimate glory.
Is it happening again? There is that Willy Wonka-like twinkle in Bevo's eye again and I have a composed confidence that things are unfolding mystically again. This time, the footy gods are not decimating our list with injuries, and we have a dearth or options, after 1/3 of the season has expired.
With Schache, Dickson and Boyd currently in the VFL, what might be possible if they all hit their straps at the same time? With Naughton, Gowers and Llyod currently the three preferred forwards, I can't help but think what might happen if all six are hulking opposition in the lead up to finals.
Our mids are currently ranked #1 or in the top #3 for all of the following main indicators: Total Possessions, Inside 50's, Clearances, Metres Gained, Contested Possessions. Bontempelli, Macrae, Liberatore, Dunkley, Wallis, McLean and Hunter are pure class, while Jong looms as the speed demon who may add the cherry on top to this fleet of champs.
Our defence is formidable, with Wood and Cordy being ably supported by Trengove and now Roberts down the spine, while Morris will be returning to continue his Terminator-like career, as the back end of the season kicks in. Our run out of defence is probably our greatest unhearalded weapon, with Daniel, Johannisen, Crozier, Suckling, Richards and Smith rebounding with pace and class, and frequency.
Add English, the ruckman who is on a a Scotty Wynd-like trajectory, and a host of youngsters (Williams, Lipinski, Smith, Lynch, Young, Hayes) who are either getting game time or barking at the door.
Bevo looks set to orchestrate another wink from the universe, just don't say I didn't warn you...
In 2016, the stars aligned despite an horrendous injury record, that saw Murphy, Crameri, Wallis and Redpath unavailable for for the Premiership, while Johannisen, Boyd and Wood headlined a reveloving door of other stars who were missing in action for large stages of that campaign. Despite that, we managed to BE THERE, in the Top 8 for September, where unspeakable magic dust was sprinkled to deliver the ultimate glory.
Is it happening again? There is that Willy Wonka-like twinkle in Bevo's eye again and I have a composed confidence that things are unfolding mystically again. This time, the footy gods are not decimating our list with injuries, and we have a dearth or options, after 1/3 of the season has expired.
With Schache, Dickson and Boyd currently in the VFL, what might be possible if they all hit their straps at the same time? With Naughton, Gowers and Llyod currently the three preferred forwards, I can't help but think what might happen if all six are hulking opposition in the lead up to finals.
Our mids are currently ranked #1 or in the top #3 for all of the following main indicators: Total Possessions, Inside 50's, Clearances, Metres Gained, Contested Possessions. Bontempelli, Macrae, Liberatore, Dunkley, Wallis, McLean and Hunter are pure class, while Jong looms as the speed demon who may add the cherry on top to this fleet of champs.
Our defence is formidable, with Wood and Cordy being ably supported by Trengove and now Roberts down the spine, while Morris will be returning to continue his Terminator-like career, as the back end of the season kicks in. Our run out of defence is probably our greatest unhearalded weapon, with Daniel, Johannisen, Crozier, Suckling, Richards and Smith rebounding with pace and class, and frequency.
Add English, the ruckman who is on a a Scotty Wynd-like trajectory, and a host of youngsters (Williams, Lipinski, Smith, Lynch, Young, Hayes) who are either getting game time or barking at the door.
Bevo looks set to orchestrate another wink from the universe, just don't say I didn't warn you...