Round 22: Melbourne Vs Carlton
Match Report by Michael “Squints” Polydoris.
The stage was set for one of the most exciting matches of the season at the MCG on the weekend. Despite their lowly status on the AFL ladder and the disappointment of missing the forthcoming finals, both teams went into this game with much to prove and even more to lose.
Four wins each going into the last round of the season meant that both teams were playing for pride and the opportunity to begin their pre-season in October with a winning feeling.
Unfortunately, they each had a prized priority pick to protect.
A small but loyal crowd gathered at the MCG. The ski season was still in full swing at Mt Buller and the Lygon St Festa was moved to this weekend at the last minute. The impact was felt by each of the five spectators in the Great Southern Stand as the wind whistled through their ears.
Umpire Goldspink, officiating in his final match, signaled the start of the game. White and Ackland faced off, snarling. The center square restriction of four players from each team at each bounce has been in place for many years now, and occasionally, a team gets it wrong and a fifth player can be found in there, giving away a silly free kick.
Does anyone know the rule if no players from either team are there to witness the first bounce of the match? Umpire Goldspink certainly had no idea. He just bounced the ball and watched in bounce again and again until it came to a halt in the center-square mud, the result of months of torrential rain in Melbourne.
The players had all gathered in the Melbourne goal-square. Neitz and Whitnall had neatly laid a tartan rug on the ground and the players had gathered round for their picnic. Betts and Davey were tending the camp-fire, Johnstone had made the tea and was swinging the billy around over his head, Fev’s mum had baked a lovely tea-cake for the boys.
Melbourne’s midfielders attacked the Herald-sun sudoku with gusto while Carlton’s had the Giant crossword to amuse them for the afternoon. Brock McLean, competitive as ever, started up a game of cricket with his bat and tennis ball and a wonderful afternoon was had by one and all.
What were White and Ackland snarling about? Well as usual, Lance had eaten all the chicken legs and there was only one left for them.
The sound of Umpire Goldspink's whistle, followed by a grunt as he bounced the ball again and again could be heard for hours.
This article can be found at www.sillystories.com.au
Match Report by Michael “Squints” Polydoris.
The stage was set for one of the most exciting matches of the season at the MCG on the weekend. Despite their lowly status on the AFL ladder and the disappointment of missing the forthcoming finals, both teams went into this game with much to prove and even more to lose.
Four wins each going into the last round of the season meant that both teams were playing for pride and the opportunity to begin their pre-season in October with a winning feeling.
Unfortunately, they each had a prized priority pick to protect.
A small but loyal crowd gathered at the MCG. The ski season was still in full swing at Mt Buller and the Lygon St Festa was moved to this weekend at the last minute. The impact was felt by each of the five spectators in the Great Southern Stand as the wind whistled through their ears.
Umpire Goldspink, officiating in his final match, signaled the start of the game. White and Ackland faced off, snarling. The center square restriction of four players from each team at each bounce has been in place for many years now, and occasionally, a team gets it wrong and a fifth player can be found in there, giving away a silly free kick.
Does anyone know the rule if no players from either team are there to witness the first bounce of the match? Umpire Goldspink certainly had no idea. He just bounced the ball and watched in bounce again and again until it came to a halt in the center-square mud, the result of months of torrential rain in Melbourne.
The players had all gathered in the Melbourne goal-square. Neitz and Whitnall had neatly laid a tartan rug on the ground and the players had gathered round for their picnic. Betts and Davey were tending the camp-fire, Johnstone had made the tea and was swinging the billy around over his head, Fev’s mum had baked a lovely tea-cake for the boys.
Melbourne’s midfielders attacked the Herald-sun sudoku with gusto while Carlton’s had the Giant crossword to amuse them for the afternoon. Brock McLean, competitive as ever, started up a game of cricket with his bat and tennis ball and a wonderful afternoon was had by one and all.
What were White and Ackland snarling about? Well as usual, Lance had eaten all the chicken legs and there was only one left for them.
The sound of Umpire Goldspink's whistle, followed by a grunt as he bounced the ball again and again could be heard for hours.
This article can be found at www.sillystories.com.au
