I have developed an intense loathing for the player you refer to as Scott Stevens (I call him Poo Poovens). Slow by mind, by foot, he simply slots in to play the easiest bloody role in the game, will do it solidly when the going's good, but will lose the majority of contests; often conceding silly frees; when the game's up for grabs. His awful, blatant holding of the arm infringement in the Collingwood final last year is etched into the bowels of my memory like burn-in on an old school plasma.
If it were my call, Davis would take his spot next week. Stevens takes us nowhere.
If it were my call, Davis would take his spot next week. Stevens takes us nowhere.





