News Mora's Long Road Back

[BananaOnTheRun]

“I can’t wait for next year. I have the motivation in me to know I never want to be back in that position in rehab again.”

Morabito is close to resuming full-scale training, aiming to rejoin his teammates within the first month of pre-season — give or take a week or two.

And he’s set his sights on playing his first match during next year’s NAB Cup campaign.

But the number four pick from the 2009 AFL Draft is approaching 2012 a little differently.

“I’ll be a third-year player, but I definitely feel like next year is my second year of AFL,” he says.

When he does pull on the purple jumper again to run out for an AFL game, Morabito will be savouring every moment.

“It’ll be like I’m a little kid and I’ve woken up for the first time to go to footy again,” he says.

“I can’t wait for that feeling of preparing for a game and running out there in front of the crowd.

“It’s something I probably took for granted, but from now on I definitely won’t.”

http://www.fremantlefc.com.au/news/newsarticle/tabid/7009/newsid/125465/default.aspx

 

[Chops_a_must]

Good to see my knee brother is going well.

I'm about a month away from playing as well. In full training except for training in footy boots.

It's been a long time since I've been this fit as well. It does make you feel like a little kid again when you aren't allowed to do things for so long.

 

[Nickos66]

Reads good, hope he has a big 2012!

 

[E Shed]

His absence contributed heavily to our slide this year. Super burst player around stoppages and capable of opportunist goals. Can't wait to see him out there again.

 

[Dockernut]

His absence contributed heavily to our slide this year. Super burst player around stoppages and capable of opportunist goals. Can't wait to see him out there again.

Absolutely. I remember reading somewhere that he was #2 for tackles at Freo in 2010. I'm probably wrong, but geez if I was Mora's size, I'd be taking every chance I could to tackle the suitcases out of people.

Looking forward to seeing you out there again Emperor.

 

[Wee Jessies]

Good to see my knee brother is going well.

I'm about a month away from playing as well. In full training except for training in footy boots.

It's been a long time since I've been this fit as well. It does make you feel like a little kid again when you aren't allowed to do things for so long.

Hey Chops got any insight into Waylen Manson?

 

[Eski3]

That reminds me a story I heard about Morabito the other day.

Apparently the boys had organised a trip to Bali during the off season, and Morabito was down at the club to pick up his ticket.

Ross Lyon was there, and this was before he had addressed them all as a group for the first time.

He saw Morabito picking up his ticket and wandered over for a chat. The following is incredibly paraphrased but apparently this was the gist of it.

Ross: "Hey mate, excited about the trip?"

Anthony: "Yeah, really looking forward to it."

RL: "Just out of curiosity .... who's your favourite afl player right now?"

AM: "I'd have to say Chris Judd, I love his professionalism and his work ethic. I'd love to have the same impact on a game as he does one day."

RL: "Yeah Judd's a really professional player. Super professional. I don't think he'd be taking a trip to Bali if he was 19 and coming off a knee reconstruction."

Morabito looks at Ross, hands in his ticket and walks away.

This is coming from someone my Dad says works at the club so credibility might be a bit lacking, but I really hope that story is true.

 

[kp junior]

That reminds me a story I heard about Morabito the other day.

Apparently the boys had organised a trip to Bali during the off season, and Morabito was down at the club to pick up his ticket.

Ross Lyon was there, and this was before he had addressed them all as a group for the first time.

He saw Morabito picking up his ticket and wandered over for a chat. The following is incredibly paraphrased but apparently this was the gist of it.

Ross: "Hey mate, excited about the trip?"

Anthony: "Yeah, really looking forward to it."

RL: "Just out of curiosity .... who's your favourite afl player right now?"

AM: "I'd have to say Chris Judd, I love his professionalism and his work ethic. I'd love to have the same impact on a game as he does one day."

RL: "Yeah Judd's a really professional player. Super professional. I don't think he'd be taking a trip to Bali if he was 19 and coming off a knee reconstruction."

Morabito looks at Ross, hands in his ticket and walks away.

This is coming from someone my Dad says works at the club so credibility might be a bit lacking, but I really hope that story is true.

Each new rehashing of this story gets better and better. looking forward to the next version where he's actually on the plane talking to Ross, and skydives out in a show of commitment to the preseason

 

[Chops_a_must]

Hey Chops got any insight into Waylen Manson?

Yep.

He's been Waylen on his opponents.

 

[Proud Bogan]

Yep.

He's been Waylen on his opponents.

Flensing them even?

 

[Righteo]

Each new rehashing of this story gets better and better. looking forward to the next version where he's actually on the plane talking to Ross, and skydives out in a show of commitment to the preseason

Hahaha

I'd say there's definitely truth to the story, heard it so many times now, where there's smoke...

 

[rgauci]

Each new rehashing of this story gets better and better. looking forward to the next version where he's actually on the plane talking to Ross, and skydives out in a show of commitment to the preseason

Took a canoe and paddled back from Bali. Stopped by sea patrol but luckily had his passport on him.

 

[IAMJUNGLEMUFFIN]

Hahaha

I'd say there's definitely truth to the story, heard it so many times now, where there's smoke...

...there's fire from the bonfire that Morabito lit to destroy his airline ticket to Bali?

 

[ilpiantissimo]

I heard an interesting story about Morabito the other day, goes something like this:

Morabito had been in the jungles of Borneo for twelve long months, having broken his leg in five places after falling into a pungee pit. He had survived by eating rocks and drinking crushed gravel, with only the occasional fistful of mud and hornet stings to break the monotony. As he dragged his horrifically misshapen limb through the writhing mass of crocodiles and deadly sea-snakes, he heard a familiar voice floating out of the mist ahead.

"Mora, Mora, is that you?"

The young warrior recognised the voice immediately.

"Ross the Boss? Where are you?"
"I'm here, Mora. In the tree, just to the left of the pile of velociraptor heads"

Mora looked up and saw Ross, his skin flayed almost to the bone, his ribs actually peeking through the flesh at points. His unit, the 101st Airborne, known as The Saints, had delayed their deployment for too long. Ross, eager to serve his country, had ordered them into battle and suffered at the hands of a mutiny. Since then, the 195th Rangers, known as The Wharfies had been searching for him to offer him the post of General to replace Harves, who had been incapacitated by a brain injury earlier in the year. It was during this search that Mora had injured his leg (which by this point had actually fallen off and been eaten by a passing giraffe).

Mora hopped over to the tree, and climbed hand over hand up to Ross where he dangled from a noose made from snake spines lashed together with scorpions. Seeing that Ross was close to death, Mora grasped his General's head between his hands and looked into his eyes.

The mighty soldier of fortune asked his CO "What can I do to help you, to help The Wharfies?"

Ross grimaced in pain but managed to speak after a few moments. "What would... Judd do?"

Mora was hit by a sudden flash of inspiration. Of course! It was so simple! Channeling the spirit of the legendary Judd, founder of the nation and father to all brave men, Mora gouged his own eyes out with only a dramatic grimace to show for his own discomfort.

As Mora stood there, perched on one leg and with blood streaming from his ruined eye sockets, he heard a sound that was as the song of angels. From above the canopy of the jungle, the chopping of helicopter blades began to increase. An amplified voice rang out, bringing word of the salvation that Mora had sought for so long.

"A. Morabito, 3 votes. A. Morabito, 3 votes. Come in Morabito."

 

[Tommo]

That is genuinely funny

 

[Chops_a_must]

That reminds me.

I was umpiring the other day and I managed to give someone 5 votes.

BOG and 2nd best, as he played for both teams in the one game, in juniours.

40 touches or more for one team, and about 20 something and 3 goals in one quarter for the other.

Beat that C. Judd.

 

[Righteo]

I heard an interesting story about Morabito the other day, goes something like this:

Morabito had been in the jungles of Borneo for twelve long months, having broken his leg in five places after falling into a pungee pit. He had survived by eating rocks and drinking crushed gravel, with only the occasional fistful of mud and hornet stings to break the monotony. As he dragged his horrifically misshapen limb through the writhing mass of crocodiles and deadly sea-snakes, he heard a familiar voice floating out of the mist ahead.

"Mora, Mora, is that you?"

The young warrior recognised the voice immediately.

"Ross the Boss? Where are you?"
"I'm here, Mora. In the tree, just to the left of the pile of velociraptor heads"

Mora looked up and saw Ross, his skin flayed almost to the bone, his ribs actually peeking through the flesh at points. His unit, the 101st Airborne, known as The Saints, had delayed their deployment for too long. Ross, eager to serve his country, had ordered them into battle and suffered at the hands of a mutiny. Since then, the 195th Rangers, known as The Wharfies had been searching for him to offer him the post of General to replace Harves, who had been incapacitated by a brain injury earlier in the year. It was during this search that Mora had injured his leg (which by this point had actually fallen off and been eaten by a passing giraffe).

Mora hopped over to the tree, and climbed hand over hand up to Ross where he dangled from a noose made from snake spines lashed together with scorpions. Seeing that Ross was close to death, Mora grasped his General's head between his hands and looked into his eyes.

The mighty soldier of fortune asked his CO "What can I do to help you, to help The Wharfies?"

Ross grimaced in pain but managed to speak after a few moments. "What would... Judd do?"

Mora was hit by a sudden flash of inspiration. Of course! It was so simple! Channeling the spirit of the legendary Judd, founder of the nation and father to all brave men, Mora gouged his own eyes out with only a dramatic grimace to show for his own discomfort.

As Mora stood there, perched on one leg and with blood streaming from his ruined eye sockets, he heard a sound that was as the song of angels. From above the canopy of the jungle, the chopping of helicopter blades began to increase. An amplified voice rang out, bringing word of the salvation that Mora had sought for so long.

"A. Morabito, 3 votes. A. Morabito, 3 votes. Come in Morabito."

I thought this thread had potential and you sir just delivered. Awesome

 

[sabre_ac]

His ability to free up Hill is another big factor for Hill finding it tougher this year. They are the most explosive players on our list, if you give them room they will hurt you.

Can't wait to see the guy back in the ground!

 

[The Night Shift]

I heard an interesting story about Morabito the other day, goes something like this:

Morabito had been in the jungles of Borneo for twelve long months, having broken his leg in five places after falling into a pungee pit. He had survived by eating rocks and drinking crushed gravel, with only the occasional fistful of mud and hornet stings to break the monotony. As he dragged his horrifically misshapen limb through the writhing mass of crocodiles and deadly sea-snakes, he heard a familiar voice floating out of the mist ahead.

"Mora, Mora, is that you?"

The young warrior recognised the voice immediately.

"Ross the Boss? Where are you?"
"I'm here, Mora. In the tree, just to the left of the pile of velociraptor heads"

Mora looked up and saw Ross, his skin flayed almost to the bone, his ribs actually peeking through the flesh at points. His unit, the 101st Airborne, known as The Saints, had delayed their deployment for too long. Ross, eager to serve his country, had ordered them into battle and suffered at the hands of a mutiny. Since then, the 195th Rangers, known as The Wharfies had been searching for him to offer him the post of General to replace Harves, who had been incapacitated by a brain injury earlier in the year. It was during this search that Mora had injured his leg (which by this point had actually fallen off and been eaten by a passing giraffe).

Mora hopped over to the tree, and climbed hand over hand up to Ross where he dangled from a noose made from snake spines lashed together with scorpions. Seeing that Ross was close to death, Mora grasped his General's head between his hands and looked into his eyes.

The mighty soldier of fortune asked his CO "What can I do to help you, to help The Wharfies?"

Ross grimaced in pain but managed to speak after a few moments. "What would... Judd do?"

Mora was hit by a sudden flash of inspiration. Of course! It was so simple! Channeling the spirit of the legendary Judd, founder of the nation and father to all brave men, Mora gouged his own eyes out with only a dramatic grimace to show for his own discomfort.

As Mora stood there, perched on one leg and with blood streaming from his ruined eye sockets, he heard a sound that was as the song of angels. From above the canopy of the jungle, the chopping of helicopter blades began to increase. An amplified voice rang out, bringing word of the salvation that Mora had sought for so long.

"A. Morabito, 3 votes. A. Morabito, 3 votes. Come in Morabito."

General Lyon.

 

[The Night Shift]

I hope Mora can return to good form sooner rather than later. The lad has a LOT of potential to a solid player.

 

[more_of_bito]

Bring_on_2012

 

[Nickos66]

I heard an interesting story about Morabito the other day, goes something like this:

Morabito had been in the jungles of Borneo for twelve long months, having broken his leg in five places after falling into a pungee pit. He had survived by eating rocks and drinking crushed gravel, with only the occasional fistful of mud and hornet stings to break the monotony. As he dragged his horrifically misshapen limb through the writhing mass of crocodiles and deadly sea-snakes, he heard a familiar voice floating out of the mist ahead.

"Mora, Mora, is that you?"

The young warrior recognised the voice immediately.

"Ross the Boss? Where are you?"
"I'm here, Mora. In the tree, just to the left of the pile of velociraptor heads"

Mora looked up and saw Ross, his skin flayed almost to the bone, his ribs actually peeking through the flesh at points. His unit, the 101st Airborne, known as The Saints, had delayed their deployment for too long. Ross, eager to serve his country, had ordered them into battle and suffered at the hands of a mutiny. Since then, the 195th Rangers, known as The Wharfies had been searching for him to offer him the post of General to replace Harves, who had been incapacitated by a brain injury earlier in the year. It was during this search that Mora had injured his leg (which by this point had actually fallen off and been eaten by a passing giraffe).

Mora hopped over to the tree, and climbed hand over hand up to Ross where he dangled from a noose made from snake spines lashed together with scorpions. Seeing that Ross was close to death, Mora grasped his General's head between his hands and looked into his eyes.

The mighty soldier of fortune asked his CO "What can I do to help you, to help The Wharfies?"

Ross grimaced in pain but managed to speak after a few moments. "What would... Judd do?"

Mora was hit by a sudden flash of inspiration. Of course! It was so simple! Channeling the spirit of the legendary Judd, founder of the nation and father to all brave men, Mora gouged his own eyes out with only a dramatic grimace to show for his own discomfort.

As Mora stood there, perched on one leg and with blood streaming from his ruined eye sockets, he heard a sound that was as the song of angels. From above the canopy of the jungle, the chopping of helicopter blades began to increase. An amplified voice rang out, bringing word of the salvation that Mora had sought for so long.

"A. Morabito, 3 votes. A. Morabito, 3 votes. Come in Morabito."

Post of the year.

 

[Crippa2Sipa]

I heard an interesting story about Morabito the other day, goes something like this:

Morabito had been in the jungles of Borneo for twelve long months, having broken his leg in five places after falling into a pungee pit. He had survived by eating rocks and drinking crushed gravel, with only the occasional fistful of mud and hornet stings to break the monotony. As he dragged his horrifically misshapen limb through the writhing mass of crocodiles and deadly sea-snakes, he heard a familiar voice floating out of the mist ahead.

"Mora, Mora, is that you?"

The young warrior recognised the voice immediately.

"Ross the Boss? Where are you?"
"I'm here, Mora. In the tree, just to the left of the pile of velociraptor heads"

Mora looked up and saw Ross, his skin flayed almost to the bone, his ribs actually peeking through the flesh at points. His unit, the 101st Airborne, known as The Saints, had delayed their deployment for too long. Ross, eager to serve his country, had ordered them into battle and suffered at the hands of a mutiny. Since then, the 195th Rangers, known as The Wharfies had been searching for him to offer him the post of General to replace Harves, who had been incapacitated by a brain injury earlier in the year. It was during this search that Mora had injured his leg (which by this point had actually fallen off and been eaten by a passing giraffe).

Mora hopped over to the tree, and climbed hand over hand up to Ross where he dangled from a noose made from snake spines lashed together with scorpions. Seeing that Ross was close to death, Mora grasped his General's head between his hands and looked into his eyes.

The mighty soldier of fortune asked his CO "What can I do to help you, to help The Wharfies?"

Ross grimaced in pain but managed to speak after a few moments. "What would... Judd do?"

Mora was hit by a sudden flash of inspiration. Of course! It was so simple! Channeling the spirit of the legendary Judd, founder of the nation and father to all brave men, Mora gouged his own eyes out with only a dramatic grimace to show for his own discomfort.

As Mora stood there, perched on one leg and with blood streaming from his ruined eye sockets, he heard a sound that was as the song of angels. From above the canopy of the jungle, the chopping of helicopter blades began to increase. An amplified voice rang out, bringing word of the salvation that Mora had sought for so long.

"A. Morabito, 3 votes. A. Morabito, 3 votes. Come in Morabito."

If a foreigner in these parts may be permitted to speculate, ilpiantissimo, a Royal Appointment as Poet Laureate of Fremantle beckons

 

[Stuie16]

That reminds me a story I heard about Morabito the other day.

Apparently the boys had organised a trip to Bali during the off season, and Morabito was down at the club to pick up his ticket.

Ross Lyon was there, and this was before he had addressed them all as a group for the first time.

He saw Morabito picking up his ticket and wandered over for a chat. The following is incredibly paraphrased but apparently this was the gist of it.

Ross: "Hey mate, excited about the trip?"

Anthony: "Yeah, really looking forward to it."

RL: "Just out of curiosity .... who's your favourite afl player right now?"

AM: "I'd have to say Chris Judd, I love his professionalism and his work ethic. I'd love to have the same impact on a game as he does one day."

RL: "Yeah Judd's a really professional player. Super professional. I don't think he'd be taking a trip to Bali if he was 19 and coming off a knee reconstruction."

Morabito looks at Ross, hands in his ticket and walks away.

This is coming from someone my Dad says works at the club so credibility might be a bit lacking, but I really hope that story is true.

+1

Eski is on the money with this. I posted about this on another thread about Mora a week or so ago.

 

[Sigwald]

Shit, that comment by Morabito in the article opened old wounds about the delisting of Timmeh

Fare well, brave flea.