What a *smile*.Dimma probably told him to shut his mouth, because every time he opened he was whinging.
This is Cornes talking about Primus his coach.
"At the end of the year we had our usual exit meetings with the coach and the senior guys from the football department, looking back at the season and how it all panned out.
I walked in and there’s Rohde, fitness coach Cam Falloon, Primus and some stats guy whose name I can’t remember. I sat down and the stats guy started going through my numbers for the year, what had dropped off, where I needed to improve and so on. I let him go for about a minute and then I let fly.
“Enough of the f---ing stats,” I said. “How do you expect me to come here for the next two years and play for a coach who doesn’t want me? He’s going to play me in the SANFL every week, I’m going to get 40 possessions every week, and he’s not going to play me for Port, so what’s the f---ing point?
“I can guarantee you that I will be the last at training, the first to leave, and I will not give a f--- about playing for this football club.”
No one said a thing. Primus was just sitting there squirming in his seat. I got up, slammed the door and walked out."
Goes to show his real selfish, sooky character.
Like the time he stormed out of Port’s B&F one year because he thought he should have won it, but didn’t. Big brother Chad Studley Cornes went out, grabbed little sandshoe face Karen by the ear and hauled him back inside.
How the *smile* he ever won a single B&F, let alone 4, has got me completely flummoxed.His brother Chad was a bloody great player. Little sandshoe face should have been the stud cleaner
The little grub couldn’t kick 30m, accumulator without any hurt factor