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“Someone has to lose. It’s a tough competition. We’ve been brave, we keep turning up”.
This popped up for me the other day, and I’d intended to compare Fergie’s attitude to that performance — fuming despite winning a cup final with little Aberdeen over one of the biggest clubs in the UK at the time — specifically to Hinkley bristling at criticism of our diabolically poor second half against the Hawks in 2017 having gone into the halftime sheds leading 62-3.
And the wholly predictable ‘picked up where we left off’ first quarter belting suffered against Essendon the following week.
In the same vein, how many times were we left to conclude after winning games against vastly inferior opponents in 2021 — having started slowly and generally played well below our best — that if we’d come up against anyone remotely good we’d have been comfortably defeated?
Only to have superficial cucks and idiots deride us as ‘negative’, or ‘never happy’, sweeping a dreadful performance under the rug while chugging bathwater mixed with toxic positivity, because the end apparently justified the means.
And lo and behold, with a Grand Final finally beckoning, the Christmas Island Bulldogs shattered our entire premiership window in the space of 10 minutes.
There are so many levels between a quality coach — let alone a legend like Ferguson — who can set standards in pursuit of the bigger picture and our permanent plonker, that it’s legitimately insane he’ll be widely considered a ‘Port icon’ worthy of eternal gratitude when he leaves.
Whatever the potential left in this squad — and there are obvious plus points — Josh Carr is going to inherit a culturally moribund football club now congenitally incapable of reliably performing in big games, because serving up sh¡t, win or lose, has been greeted with a smirking shoulder shrug.