Game Day Round 5, 2025: West Coast vs Carlton (Gather Round)

[HoneyBadger35]

Eagles by a million.

 

[HoneyBadger35]

Reserved for Classical Gas.

 

[Dark Sharks]

Reserved for Adam Cockie

 

[HoneyBadger35]

Once again the youngest and least experienced team in the comp this week. Going backwards compared to last week too, but a nice amount of experience nonetheless.

 

[Bleedblueandgold]

I hope it's a competitive Clape-Chambers-Judd-Kennedy-Petrevski-Seton-Owies Cup at least.
Hopefully the neutral ground will help.

 

[DorothyG]

Bravo sir, bravo

Best preview ever.

Close thread

 

[SAweagle]

I hope it's a competitive Kennedy-Petrevski-Seton-Owies Cup at least.
Hopefully the neutral ground will help.

Callum farken chambers cup 4 life

 

[Priddis Is Done]

The credits are nearly over.

 

[Boohemian]

I hope it's a competitive Kennedy-Petrevski-Seton-Owies Cup at least.
Hopefully the neutral ground will help.

Don’t forget Kane Lucas

 

[Bleedblueandgold]

Don’t forget Kane Lucas

He never even played a game for us lol.
The only other one to play for both clubs apart from Chris Judd is Matt Clape and Callum Chambers (already mentioned).

 

[isthiswhereitype]

Carlton are bad, but we are worse and have been for longer. They will be confused and unsure of what to do in these circumstances, whereas we, the experts of being terrible, will be calm and self assured in how bad we are.

Eagles by 7 goals.

 

[Bender_]

He never even played a game for us lol.
The only other one to play for both clubs apart from Chris Judd is Matt Clape and Callum Chambers (already mentioned).

Ahhh yes, Clape. Also what the French call chlamydia.

 

[AsterixTheGaul]

He never even played a game for us lol.
The only other one to play for both clubs apart from Chris Judd is Matt Clape and Callum Chambers (already mentioned).

You written off JK already?

 

[FKASC]

Would have preferred McQ to drop Hunt instead of Cole but anyways. If Hunt is invisible again (maybe he moves back to defence?) then I’d like him to get a decent stint in the wafl too.

Keep rotating the senior players in the wafl and help the kids to develop properly

 

[DorothyG]

Would have preferred McQ to drop Hunt instead of Cole but anyways. If Hunt is invisible again (maybe he moves back to defence?) then I’d like him to get a decent stint in the wafl too.

Keep rotating the senior players in the wafl and help the kids to develop properly

 

[neng]

Don’t forget Kane Lucas

Man. This guy was an absolute menace at PSA level. Then got to AFL level and turned into a mouse.

 

[WCErevival]

We went from "time to hunt" to "time to delist Hunt".

 

[amazingjoshy]

Fear it will be a bloodbath as they take out their frustrations, but to be fair thats pretty much a weekly fear these days.

If we can find a way to be with them at halftime there's a fair chance they'll shit the bed completely however

 

[DorothyG]

Come on lads, bit of positive vibes pls.

Carlton -
Yoof
Waterman back
Adelaide oval we have an ok (well we did) record
Hot 33° should suit us better than those vicco dungeon dwellers
Ummm
BCF fishing shirt jumper

Let's go, Eagles by 5 goals, Voss no job Monday

 

[Yeahnahmate]

Look, we suck and mostly will get flogged. But this is a great team to try pressure / counterattack on because they be slow as shit.

Getting first use going to be a big issue though, Crippa will be bullying our young crop around in there with ease

 

[twadds]

I hope it's a competitive Kennedy-Petrevski-Seton-Owies Cup at least.
Hopefully the neutral ground will help.

What about Kane Lucas?

 

[twadds]

What about Kane Lucas?

Or even the great Matt Clappe?!

 

[Jandamarra]

Title: Soaring Over the Blues: A Gathering Round Tale

The sun beamed over Adelaide Oval, golden light spilling across a sea of navy and gold. The Eagles had flown east for the much-hyped Gather Round, where footy fans from every state gathered in pilgrimage. The opponent? Carlton. Strong. Confident. Full of swagger. But the Eagles? Hungry. Underdogs with talons sharpened.

From the opening bounce, the crowd felt it—this wasn’t the same West Coast that had limped through last season. This was a team reborn. Liam Ryan danced like a magician, zipping past defenders with a grin that said catch me if you can. And Dewar—relentless, cool-headed, and quietly brilliant—was the engine. He wasn’t flashy, but every possession was clean, every decision spot on. He weaved through pressure like it wasn’t even there, controlling the tempo like a conductor with a Sherrin baton.

Carlton struck first—Curnow with a clean mark and a set shot from 40 out. But the Eagles answered. A coast-to-coast play, starting with McGovern’s towering intercept, reassembled with duct tape and Harry Edward’s abductor, ended in Oscar Allen crashing a pack and slotting the goal. The West Coast faithful roared, the WA section of the stands erupting like it was a home final.

By halftime, the game was on a knife’s edge. Blues fans were loud. Eagles fans were louder.

The third quarter, often the premiership quarter, was where legends emerged. Harley Reid, the teenage sensation, burned through the midfield like he was born for the big stage. He shrugged off a tackler on the wing, turned on the jets, took two bounces, and curled in a banana from the boundary that had the entire stadium on its feet. One hand pointed to the heavens, the other fist-pumping. The moment? Instant classic.

Then came Reuben Ginbey, all grit and fearlessness. As Cripps tried to rally the Blues through the corridor, Ginbey stepped into his path like a brick wall wearing boots. He cut off the play with a courageous intercept and launched it forward with precision—nothing fancy, just pure football instinct.

With five minutes to go, scores were level. The air was thick with tension.

Enter: Jack Williams. Young, powerful, hungry. As the ball floated high from a Dewar clearance, Williams read it best—held his ground, then launched. He soared above two Carlton defenders—hang time—and pulled it down with vice-like hands. The siren blared just as he began his run-up.

The stadium fell into silence. Time stretched. Hearts pounded. Then—thwack. The ball spun true, splitting the middle.

Eagles by 6.

Cue pandemonium.

Fans spilled into the streets of Adelaide, singing “We’re Flying High” like it was a hymn. The Blues walked off shell-shocked, the Eagles soaring in celebration, talons raised in triumph.

Gather Round? More like Gather ‘Round and Witness the Flight.

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[Yeahnahmate]

Title: Soaring Over the Blues: A Gathering Round Tale

The sun beamed over Adelaide Oval, golden light spilling across a sea of navy and gold. The Eagles had flown east for the much-hyped Gather Round, where footy fans from every state gathered in pilgrimage. The opponent? Carlton. Strong. Confident. Full of swagger. But the Eagles? Hungry. Underdogs with talons sharpened.

From the opening bounce, the crowd felt it—this wasn’t the same West Coast that had limped through last season. This was a team reborn. Liam Ryan danced like a magician, zipping past defenders with a grin that said catch me if you can. And Dewar—relentless, cool-headed, and quietly brilliant—was the engine. He wasn’t flashy, but every possession was clean, every decision spot on. He weaved through pressure like it wasn’t even there, controlling the tempo like a conductor with a Sherrin baton.

Carlton struck first—Curnow with a clean mark and a set shot from 40 out. But the Eagles answered. A coast-to-coast play, starting with McGovern’s towering intercept, ended in Oscar Allen crashing a pack and slotting the goal. The West Coast faithful roared, the WA section of the stands erupting like it was a home final.

By halftime, the game was on a knife’s edge. Blues fans were loud. Eagles fans were louder.

The third quarter, often the premiership quarter, was where legends emerged. Harley Reid, the teenage sensation, burned through the midfield like he was born for the big stage. He shrugged off a tackler on the wing, turned on the jets, took two bounces, and curled in a banana from the boundary that had the entire stadium on its feet. One hand pointed to the heavens, the other fist-pumping. The moment? Instant classic.

Then came Reuben Ginbey, all grit and fearlessness. As Cripps tried to rally the Blues through the corridor, Ginbey stepped into his path like a brick wall wearing boots. He cut off the play with a courageous intercept and launched it forward with precision—nothing fancy, just pure football instinct.

With five minutes to go, scores were level. The air was thick with tension.

Enter: Jack Williams. Young, powerful, hungry. As the ball floated high from a Dewar clearance, Williams read it best—held his ground, then launched. He soared above two Carlton defenders—hang time—and pulled it down with vice-like hands. The siren blared just as he began his run-up.

The stadium fell into silence. Time stretched. Hearts pounded. Then—thwack. The ball spun true, splitting the middle.

Eagles by 6.

Cue pandemonium.

Fans spilled into the streets of Adelaide, singing “We’re Flying High” like it was a hymn. The Blues walked off shell-shocked, the Eagles soaring in celebration, talons raised in triumph.

Gather Round? More like Gather ‘Round and Witness the Flight.

I appreciate the effort, but these type of posts always make me want to hurl chunks for some reason

 

[triplegee]

Title: Soaring Over the Blues: A Gathering Round Tale

The sun beamed over Adelaide Oval, golden light spilling across a sea of navy and gold. The Eagles had flown east for the much-hyped Gather Round, where footy fans from every state gathered in pilgrimage. The opponent? Carlton. Strong. Confident. Full of swagger. But the Eagles? Hungry. Underdogs with talons sharpened.

From the opening bounce, the crowd felt it—this wasn’t the same West Coast that had limped through last season. This was a team reborn. Liam Ryan danced like a magician, zipping past defenders with a grin that said catch me if you can. And Dewar—relentless, cool-headed, and quietly brilliant—was the engine. He wasn’t flashy, but every possession was clean, every decision spot on. He weaved through pressure like it wasn’t even there, controlling the tempo like a conductor with a Sherrin baton.

Carlton struck first—Curnow with a clean mark and a set shot from 40 out. But the Eagles answered. A coast-to-coast play, starting with McGovern’s towering intercept, ended in Oscar Allen crashing a pack and slotting the goal. The West Coast faithful roared, the WA section of the stands erupting like it was a home final.

By halftime, the game was on a knife’s edge. Blues fans were loud. Eagles fans were louder.

The third quarter, often the premiership quarter, was where legends emerged. Harley Reid, the teenage sensation, burned through the midfield like he was born for the big stage. He shrugged off a tackler on the wing, turned on the jets, took two bounces, and curled in a banana from the boundary that had the entire stadium on its feet. One hand pointed to the heavens, the other fist-pumping. The moment? Instant classic.

Then came Reuben Ginbey, all grit and fearlessness. As Cripps tried to rally the Blues through the corridor, Ginbey stepped into his path like a brick wall wearing boots. He cut off the play with a courageous intercept and launched it forward with precision—nothing fancy, just pure football instinct.

With five minutes to go, scores were level. The air was thick with tension.

Enter: Jack Williams. Young, powerful, hungry. As the ball floated high from a Dewar clearance, Williams read it best—held his ground, then launched. He soared above two Carlton defenders—hang time—and pulled it down with vice-like hands. The siren blared just as he began his run-up.

The stadium fell into silence. Time stretched. Hearts pounded. Then—thwack. The ball spun true, splitting the middle.

Eagles by 6.

Cue pandemonium.

Fans spilled into the streets of Adelaide, singing “We’re Flying High” like it was a hymn. The Blues walked off shell-shocked, the Eagles soaring in celebration, talons raised in triumph.

Gather Round? More like Gather ‘Round and Witness the Flight.

You lost me at McGovern...