Yes, fumbled all night, targets were missed and I was very p!ssed off, for a very long time. Until the siren went off, of course.
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Damien Hardwick
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Maybe we get lucky against better teamsYes, fumbled all night, targets were missed and I was very p!ssed off, for a very long time. Until the siren went off, of course.
Selection was all wrong. Playing two rucks needs to stop. We lose too much around the ground. Also needs to drop the idea that Balta is a forward. Should have made the change of Balta down back far earlier.
Continuous concern. We can get over teams like Port but no chance against better ones. Huge improvement needed in next 2 games.
The alarm nangs. He presses snooze then blasts out of bed into the shower, rubs the sleep out of his eyes and the loneliness out, before the next buzzer. (Just a minute of warm water on the spasm.) He has to be quick because you wouldn't want to wake anybody.
Sponsored long trunks on as he slaps STOP on the phone. Funky green visor and actual clothes on then down for RFC nutripaks and a CBD tab before hitting the garage - and there it is in the blinking fluoro predawn - the old scooter, once simply black but since late 2017 decorated with flames and, only a week ago named in paint - Shed Sled.
Even with the very fashionable visor on it is easy to apply the helmet, once plain black but now painted in flames and at last named - Shed Sled Hat.
As he slides down the drive Dustin Martin grinds up and nods. What a world we live in. A coach scoots out for his art, as a player scoots in to care. To care for rescued greyhounds once known as Brindle Wanton Waste of Life, Non Compliant Bale and Part-time Marxist Bale. But now known as Making a Difference Gemima, Token African American NAB ad and Northcote Boddhisatva. You wanna talk about change?
Once out the drive he gets to feel the pain very average footballer Dustin Martin just did. He has to punt up the hill. And slide down and punt up again many times. No electricity for this (not) former athlete's scooter. Three Preeeemierships or not. It's all about effort.
At the drive at Edwards Manor. A coach grinds up to care for greyhounds once known as Unjustly Affordable House Pricing Bale, Not Enough Bathrooms Bale, and Migration Disguising Lack of Actual Growth Bale. How could he forget those names? It's like he could forget the input of Constant Reminder Bale. How he loves her. Or did.
One at a time he places the Edwards hounds on the allocated walkers, sets gradients and a dozen timers. Freed to be an assistant coach. Sure, he'll have to coach another premiership today or tomorrow. Who knows? They all want premierships every *smile* en day.
Then he takes each hound, singularly to the allocated water treadmill. Freed to be an assistant coach? No. Lower than a trainer, thank gawd.
Is he bathing them? Baptising them? Thou wast Untenable Animal Eugenics Gone Horrifically Wrong Bale but I baptise thee Ginnivan Victimhood-thief Believer.
Thou wast Toxic Masculine Culture Bale (why are they still all Bale?) but now thou art Inherent Bourgeois Virtue Hyphen.
Sometimes you lose interest in dog names. But not with the Edwardses. Or the gentry of Loch Nankervis. Not just people you have to please socially. Or for the partner. But people with conifers and hedges. People a man with an artistic bent has to know.
Let's not call it an obsession. He could walk away from this. But it is a drive. The Premierships have long since stopped being an obsession. They're a habit. And you know that you are only a genius compared to the others who get the chance to play.
But sculpture. Have you ever wondered who sculpted the face of the blind poet Homer? (Fly went on and on about him.) There are theories. But you know he did it himself. He sculpted through touch. A sense of three dimensions divined and implemented through hands and mind.
Hardwick has done working the hounds, puts them in their boxes and at last walks through the avenues of conifers at Edwards Manor. Each conifer is alike. Sculpted strikingly, almost inseparably. Perhaps a mother could tell. But Harwick's love is above a mother's. So to any other the likeness sculpted into each of the conifers, and trimmed daily, through knowing, loving hands, is perfect.
There are 217 large conifers at Edwards Manor. It was early 2018 when the gifted Hardwick decided to sculpt each into a bust of Jayden Short. And now here they are. Not a nose hair out of place on each, even after a week. Nothing the poet's fingers abhor.
The Shed Sled awaits and even the greatest of sculptors cannot rely on nose hairs at Loch Nankervis. Hardwick must scoot and trim.
Perfection is his master and servant.
Sponsored long trunks on as he slaps STOP on the phone. Funky green visor and actual clothes on then down for RFC nutripaks and a CBD tab before hitting the garage - and there it is in the blinking fluoro predawn - the old scooter, once simply black but since late 2017 decorated with flames and, only a week ago named in paint - Shed Sled.
Even with the very fashionable visor on it is easy to apply the helmet, once plain black but now painted in flames and at last named - Shed Sled Hat.
As he slides down the drive Dustin Martin grinds up and nods. What a world we live in. A coach scoots out for his art, as a player scoots in to care. To care for rescued greyhounds once known as Brindle Wanton Waste of Life, Non Compliant Bale and Part-time Marxist Bale. But now known as Making a Difference Gemima, Token African American NAB ad and Northcote Boddhisatva. You wanna talk about change?
Once out the drive he gets to feel the pain very average footballer Dustin Martin just did. He has to punt up the hill. And slide down and punt up again many times. No electricity for this (not) former athlete's scooter. Three Preeeemierships or not. It's all about effort.
At the drive at Edwards Manor. A coach grinds up to care for greyhounds once known as Unjustly Affordable House Pricing Bale, Not Enough Bathrooms Bale, and Migration Disguising Lack of Actual Growth Bale. How could he forget those names? It's like he could forget the input of Constant Reminder Bale. How he loves her. Or did.
One at a time he places the Edwards hounds on the allocated walkers, sets gradients and a dozen timers. Freed to be an assistant coach. Sure, he'll have to coach another premiership today or tomorrow. Who knows? They all want premierships every *smile* en day.
Then he takes each hound, singularly to the allocated water treadmill. Freed to be an assistant coach? No. Lower than a trainer, thank gawd.
Is he bathing them? Baptising them? Thou wast Untenable Animal Eugenics Gone Horrifically Wrong Bale but I baptise thee Ginnivan Victimhood-thief Believer.
Thou wast Toxic Masculine Culture Bale (why are they still all Bale?) but now thou art Inherent Bourgeois Virtue Hyphen.
Sometimes you lose interest in dog names. But not with the Edwardses. Or the gentry of Loch Nankervis. Not just people you have to please socially. Or for the partner. But people with conifers and hedges. People a man with an artistic bent has to know.
Let's not call it an obsession. He could walk away from this. But it is a drive. The Premierships have long since stopped being an obsession. They're a habit. And you know that you are only a genius compared to the others who get the chance to play.
But sculpture. Have you ever wondered who sculpted the face of the blind poet Homer? (Fly went on and on about him.) There are theories. But you know he did it himself. He sculpted through touch. A sense of three dimensions divined and implemented through hands and mind.
Hardwick has done working the hounds, puts them in their boxes and at last walks through the avenues of conifers at Edwards Manor. Each conifer is alike. Sculpted strikingly, almost inseparably. Perhaps a mother could tell. But Harwick's love is above a mother's. So to any other the likeness sculpted into each of the conifers, and trimmed daily, through knowing, loving hands, is perfect.
There are 217 large conifers at Edwards Manor. It was early 2018 when the gifted Hardwick decided to sculpt each into a bust of Jayden Short. And now here they are. Not a nose hair out of place on each, even after a week. Nothing the poet's fingers abhor.
The Shed Sled awaits and even the greatest of sculptors cannot rely on nose hairs at Loch Nankervis. Hardwick must scoot and trim.
Perfection is his master and servant.
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Very pissed off at Stewart from his body language in the press conference. I can't remember seeing him that shitty, Had the crazy eyes.
Mr Damien Hardwick was business like in his pregame presser. Roughly - "We know what they'll do. But can we stop them doing it?" "In the end it will be about who executes better."
We had no *smile* idea what they were doing for 45 minutes. But in the end they executed better.
In his post match we saw the best of Hardwick. He was philosophical about the losing bit. Said something like "June agony is good for us."
But there was a cold rage, the only kind that works.
We had no *smile* idea what they were doing for 45 minutes. But in the end they executed better.
In his post match we saw the best of Hardwick. He was philosophical about the losing bit. Said something like "June agony is good for us."
But there was a cold rage, the only kind that works.
Agree - great to watch him in action. He is on top of his game, the Soldo sub clearly pissed off the cats.
We have the best coach in the land at the moment - I reckon he is back to his premiership best.
The thing is, yott, that Hardwick can become complacent. (We all do that.)
"We know what they'll do." And then we had no *smile* idea for 45 minutes.
In his aftermatch Dimma was full of cold rage. Because they punched us up. And good old Scotty showed our coach his errors of judgement.
Mr Damien Hardwick will have a look at the ruck situation this week. At the midfielders.
Yes. Today we saw how much it hurts him to get it wrong.
We were all in on that game against a depleted Geelong. Scott was too good for us.
Gut tells me this isn't the last game this year between the two
Were they more depleted than us? Who was missing? Stagerflop, Parfitt, Rohan. Anyone else? Is that a greater or lesser absence than Cotchin, Balta, Lambert (can we count Lambert?)?
Loved Dimma's line: "We learnt a bit about ourselves, and our opponents. We look forward to hopefully playing them again." ("Try that *smile* again and see what happens, *smile*.")
When the team was announced I thought our outs were a lot more significant than our ins. Yeah Dusty was in but he's been mortal this year. Cotchin, Balta and Lambert were big outs. I was worried. In the end we should have won and I'm spewing but if we are close to full strength they won't beat us. Melbourne is probably another story but Geesuck won't beat us.
The main problem is our warriors are getting older and they are beat up. Getting them all on the park together is our biggest challenge.
Dangerfield is top 10 or 20 in the game. Parfitt is an emerging talent. Clearance/HB/TACKLE!.
We had Chimpa out. And the developing Balta. When we lost Dion we already couldn't get a kick.
The Cats are thin. Clanger and Parfitt out is a lot. And Rohan is better than Holmes.
You put Balta back into that side to play on Cameron and Grimes blankets Stengle.
Watched the presser this morning... DH was not just mildly irritated, he was seething with anger. I can well imagine taking stock of his heart rate, blood pressure, adrenaline, noradrenaline and cortisol levels post match, all would have been red lining.
This match will be a defining one, it will be a line in the sand game that will spur the Tigers on the next time they meet Geelong. The Prestia incident and incidents with Pickett and Bolton will not be overlooked as motivators for action... hopefully in the finals!
This match will be a defining one, it will be a line in the sand game that will spur the Tigers on the next time they meet Geelong. The Prestia incident and incidents with Pickett and Bolton will not be overlooked as motivators for action... hopefully in the finals!
OK, watching Voss and Nicks on AFL360, I order Dimma to STOP PRAISING other teams and just talk about us in all pressers or interviews. My perception this season is noticing all other coaches not give a f*cking rats arse about us when issues or questions are raised.
