Prediction Semi Final: Changes Vs Collingwood (We survived to round 2!)

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Team Captain
Oct 6, 2007
AFL Club
Surely this can only help boys with the CBD lit up in purple! Ok it’s not for us, but anything helps.


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Club Legend
Nov 3, 2005
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Don't think he travelled.

Pretty sure Banfield and Hughes were the onlys ones out of the 22 that made the flight.

Someone like Sturt would be a more like for like swap for Walters. Unlikely but JL has form with picking youngsters now

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Norm Smith Medallist
Jul 7, 2014
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Walters looked happy and OK to me from what I’ve seen on the captains run.

To be fair he’s kicking balls out on the full and smiling. Fumbling marks and smiling. Missing targets and smiling.

So wouldn’t surprise me if his leg was in fact torn off and he’s smiling.

Seems to be in a good head space… or he’s just an absolute sociopath.


Aug 16, 2009
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Dragons FFC, Old Easts
Jeff Farmer made it down for the captains run. So good
We have been blessed by the Purple Jesus.

The day arrived. The true believers filing into the arena were filled with anticipation. When would it happen and how would they react? Electricity crackled through the air. He was back, and He would soon send them into a frenzy of flag-waving, screaming, purple ecstasy.

Despite the clouds and drizzle the crowd steadily built. The horde chattered excitedly among themselves, and the knowing nod and wink was passed between many a stranger. The questions were on everyone's lips - When would He do The Thing? Would He be the first for the afternoon? How soon before the wizardry would be displayed for the 40,000 fanatics?

Soon enough the Warriors for the Purple entered the arena. Every neck strained, every head turned, every eye longed for a glimpse. A cheer rose through the crowd, and the excitement level lifted noticeably.

Unassuming among His fellow warriors, He ran, jumped, sprinted, kicked and marked in preparation for His first battle in 9 months. There were some nerves, for despite belief to the contrary, He was after all, only human. Sufficiently warmed for the upcoming battle, the warriors retreated for their final moments of preparation before they would lay it all on the line.

The song blared, the expectation was palpable, the voices lifted as one as the warriors returned crashing through the banner onto the field of battle. All eyes turned to the small man wearing the number 33 emblazoned on his back. He was the one. The one Purple Jesus. The one they had missed terribly. The one they loved dearly, despite His flaws and His oh-so human frailties.

The siren blasted to signal the beginning. The rain continued to fall but it did not dampen the enthusiasm of the True Believers. They knew that it was only a matter of time before their extreme patience would be rewarded, before He would weave his magic and all would be right and good once again.

The ball headed towards the forward line, and as it did so, the rain slowed to a drizzle. The great Adonis and leader of the warriors leapt skyward, but was foiled at the last moment in his bid to latch onto the ball. The small man waited at his feet, muscles twitching like a lynx ready to pounce on an unsuspecting rabbit; watching, watching, waiting, waiting, knowing that the spoils would be his if he wanted it badly enough.

The ball hit the ground, and as it did He let the springs in His legs go, and the ball was in his vice like hands. This way, that way He twisted. The rain stopped, and in the smallest of spaces he dropped the ball and connected with His foot. The briefest moment of silence ensued, and a hush of anticipation as the ball sailed up, up, up and between the two big sticks before him.

The eruption of noise was heard far and wide, and passersby tell the story how they knew the exact moment He returned to reclaim His rightful place among the Purple Warriors. The deafening roar was accompanied by a parting of the clouds, and a single ray of sunshine that burst through and shone upon Him, as he spread wide His arms and looked to the heavens.

The Purple Jesus was back, and the True Believers loved Him like never before.


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Premiership Player
Jun 23, 2013
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East Fremantle, Socceroos

I’m at the airport. Confirmed Lach72 is flying and will be at the ‘G tomorrow night.

Could be medi sub…never know your luck in the big city. 🙌
Give 'em hell.


Community Leader
Jul 16, 2009
AFL Club
Last week we were 37 finals played... 14 of those David Mundy.


The Midland Steal
May 31, 2012
AFL Club
To be fair he’s kicking balls out on the full and smiling. Fumbling marks and smiling. Missing targets and smiling.

So wouldn’t surprise me if his leg was in fact torn off and he’s smiling.

Seems to be in a good head space… or he’s just an absolute sociopath.

I spent a bit of time around Midland as a kid and I can tell you that when Sonny Walters was smiling at you had something to be worried about.


Club Legend
Dec 22, 2005
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Hopefully all the boys watched what the lions did. Knock another Vic team out. Let’s show up and be on from the first bounce. All eyes are now on this one so win,lose or draw let’s throw everything at them and hopefully it’s enough to get us over the line. Make the purple army proud. 💪


Master Chef
Oct 31, 2015
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It’s 8:30pm my time and 9:30am WA time. Hitting the sack early to wake up at 4am to watch our boys stun and silence 75,000 rabid Pies supporters.

Freo by 5!

If you’re going to the game, I want to hear you roar all the way here in Chicago!

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