#StKildaPride
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One week to go of living in hope and expectation of our club winning a rare game of football. Then another year of footballing hope and despair comes to a conclusion. We are left with as many players on the injured list as are playing and far too many young players futures cut short prematurely.
Allan Richardson has left us and goes down as a genuinely good bloke but another senior coach not to succeed at St Kilda. But there is light and hope that we are about to unearth the next Norm Smith of AFL coaching and again we pray!
As our year comes to an end, we get to watch the more fortunate clubs fight it out in September. Remembering how nice it was when our club was there and then you remember the 'what ifs' or 'if onlys' we would have won a flag in the past 30 years.
Whilst some other successful club and supporters bask in the glory of their win, the Saints cycle of life and hope begins again. We start poring over and praying we pick up some decent players during the trade or draft periods. And we again dream our once average young footballers can become the stars we hoped they might.
The new players arrive and then all of a sudden the previous year is forgotten and Moorabbin is bubbling and vibrant again. We have newly found stars of the future to rest our hopes on. The pre season begins and we are running record times and jumping out of our skins, this is our year for sure. The marketing and media team have a new lease on life and the Saints players are dominating the media with feel good stories. We are again the preseason champions when it comes to off-season stories.
Then the real stuff begins and our hopes again rise with some promising signs in preseason games. The more jaded of us remain skeptical as we have fallen for that March form before. We all hurry to grab our seasons memberships because this is the year we are going to return to the finals and show some form of relevance.
April starts with a flurry and we lose our first stars to injury for the year. We convince ourselves never mind someone else will step up, we have good a strong list. By May/June the losses and injuries continue to compound, so we put our hope in the VFL team. But sadly they are less competitive than the AFL team. You ask yourself where did all that March exuberance and potential go?
By July we steel ourselves and salvage a good win and all begin to think we have turned the corner. But then the reality of travelling interstate hits big time and we are back to square one. We all pray for just one ounce of luck with the footballing gods or even the umpires but are starkly reminded it is the St Kilda FC we follow.
So again another year ends and our recruiters have traded away all of our top picks in the draft and we have little or no players of trade value to part with. We have lots of salary cap $$$ but elite players avoid St Kilda like its a leper colony. So we go for plan X and trade in and draft injury prone players, because our medical team can work miracles. Just look at the amount of players they had available at the start of the pre season? At some stage our luck has to change surely?
2020 roles around and somehow we supporters find the small positives and turn up again. Hoping against hope that some miracle will save us from ourselves and one day deliver us that elusive flag we all so desparately deserve!
Allan Richardson has left us and goes down as a genuinely good bloke but another senior coach not to succeed at St Kilda. But there is light and hope that we are about to unearth the next Norm Smith of AFL coaching and again we pray!
As our year comes to an end, we get to watch the more fortunate clubs fight it out in September. Remembering how nice it was when our club was there and then you remember the 'what ifs' or 'if onlys' we would have won a flag in the past 30 years.
Whilst some other successful club and supporters bask in the glory of their win, the Saints cycle of life and hope begins again. We start poring over and praying we pick up some decent players during the trade or draft periods. And we again dream our once average young footballers can become the stars we hoped they might.
The new players arrive and then all of a sudden the previous year is forgotten and Moorabbin is bubbling and vibrant again. We have newly found stars of the future to rest our hopes on. The pre season begins and we are running record times and jumping out of our skins, this is our year for sure. The marketing and media team have a new lease on life and the Saints players are dominating the media with feel good stories. We are again the preseason champions when it comes to off-season stories.
Then the real stuff begins and our hopes again rise with some promising signs in preseason games. The more jaded of us remain skeptical as we have fallen for that March form before. We all hurry to grab our seasons memberships because this is the year we are going to return to the finals and show some form of relevance.
April starts with a flurry and we lose our first stars to injury for the year. We convince ourselves never mind someone else will step up, we have good a strong list. By May/June the losses and injuries continue to compound, so we put our hope in the VFL team. But sadly they are less competitive than the AFL team. You ask yourself where did all that March exuberance and potential go?
By July we steel ourselves and salvage a good win and all begin to think we have turned the corner. But then the reality of travelling interstate hits big time and we are back to square one. We all pray for just one ounce of luck with the footballing gods or even the umpires but are starkly reminded it is the St Kilda FC we follow.
So again another year ends and our recruiters have traded away all of our top picks in the draft and we have little or no players of trade value to part with. We have lots of salary cap $$$ but elite players avoid St Kilda like its a leper colony. So we go for plan X and trade in and draft injury prone players, because our medical team can work miracles. Just look at the amount of players they had available at the start of the pre season? At some stage our luck has to change surely?
2020 roles around and somehow we supporters find the small positives and turn up again. Hoping against hope that some miracle will save us from ourselves and one day deliver us that elusive flag we all so desparately deserve!
