While I hate to pick the most recent one, I tend to recall the wins more prominently...and the only other game I can remember against the Crows was the infamous one involving the spitter, I think...and we got flogged.
So, anyways.
This was the week after the Sydney game, which I'd also seen, and I was far from confident. I even tipped against Richmond for the first time of the season. I almost considered not going.
But, I had to. My sister had a American friend over and I'd promised to take them to a game, to watch some real football (not that rubbishy padded American bulldust). So, with great reluctance, we headed in. I'd warned my companions not to expect too much from the Tigers, and that I might become slightly depressed and angry across the course of the afternoon.
As it turned out, my lack of faith was chucked back in my face. During the first quarter and a half, between bursts of cheering and explaining to the American some of the facets of the game (she picked up it pretty quickly), and I was starting to get a little bit hopeful. Certainly this was far from what I was expecting...
And then came the flood.
I can remember all the Adelaide supporters around me getting very aggro and booing rather prominently. I informed them, instead of booing, to tell their players to man up, and force Richmond to kick to a contest...but that wasn't taken well, as you can imagine. Certainly the response I got made me determined never to offer comments to supporters if I ever saw a game IN Adelaide...I might get my head ripped off. As for the game, I was loving it. We just waited for our opportunities, and took them when they came. Whereas Adelaide, after a turnover, would send it up to their forward line, only for the Bowdens and the Andys (Kellaway and Raines) to take it away from them again.
And what's interesting is that my American companion appreciated the tactics, could see why we were doing it and could see that Adelaide should have been but weren't responding.
Then the last quarter...the most tensioned quarter I've seen (with the West Coast game in 2005 a possible exception), as Adelaide finally tried to overcome the flood, but couldn't quite overhaul us. Then came the final siren...and the roar!!!
So, in hindsight, it probably wasn't the best showcase of our game. But she loved it. As did I. So I guess it served its purpose.
