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And drop him and he breaks in half...The banner has a picture of Tom on crutches, leg in a cast, one arm in a sling and holding a footy in the other. The Dogs run through it, then smash Essendon and chair Tom off afterwards.
And drop him and he breaks in half...
He could play, he was just fragile as a china cup.

What about when he and Crossy jumped in to the water and saved a girl?
Write him up for us, bob.
"Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well." - Jack London.
This game is brutal, both on the body and on the heart. In that regard, no one has walked a more painful football path in my time at the Bulldogs than Tom Williams. The pain he has put his body through has been immense, the anguish in his heart has been at times, hard to watch.
Playing at the highest level moves so fast and the constant pressure leaves little time to smell the roses, but this week my teammates and I paused for a little while to sit and listen to one of our own tell us that he could go no further. Just like a funeral, these times inside a football club are very emotional and you cannot help but reflect on football, on life.
Through countless surgeries on his feet and shoulders and dozens of cruel muscle tears, Tom had hardened himself emotionally, he'd always kept most of the pain to himself. When the time finally came to tell his club that he would retire, the walls came down and the tears flowed out of him like a tide. One of the things Tom said had poignancy in its simplicity: "I'm going to miss coming into this place everyday".
They say every Shakespeare play has a joker and Tom was ours, he composed himself long enough to thank the teammates who'd been with him for the whole journey, but also singled out first-year player Mitch Honeychurch who he claims "helped embezzle $3000 through our World Cup draw". Each of his 85 games may have been hard work, but Tom always got easy laughs from his mates.
When a player gets to the end of his career, I would imagine he asks himself two things. Am I fulfilled? Only Tom could answer that properly. The other question is, what did I leave behind? Tom left a big chunk of his soul at our club. Like Daniel Menzel at Geelong, when players endure such a wretched run of bad luck through injury, their resilience to keep coming back despite the hits, puts them in the hearts of everyone they played alongside.
Every effort to crawl their way out of the darkness and back onto the field has a weight of significance to it. Each lap of the swimming pool may have felt like a wasted, lonely journey, but their courage to keep going inspired those around them. That's what Tom leaves behind. He inspired me.
A few weeks ago The Age's Peter Hanlon asked me to sum up Tom in a single word, after two hours I still couldn't think of a word that captured the happy, manic, complicated man. I tried again this week, but tweaked the question slightly to my favour. If I close my eyes and think of Tom, what do I see? I see Tom laughing. After all he's been through, I think it says a bit.
Same here. He deserved to be a 100 game player.Disappointed he didn't make it to 100 games.
When he had a good run at it he was a very good player.