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August 30, 2005
Woohoo Finals
The naive have clapped, the pessimists frowned. 22 rounds have been and gone and what either way you choose to support them, the hoops are ready to converge on the MCG come Saturday afternoon. The finals have arrived. No matter what your feelings, finals just make you go a little crazy. The reality is, we've endured a rollercoaster season from start to finish made hard by injuries, off field indiscretions and poor form. Made good by patches of brilliance, Kent and the emergence of the Boy Wonder. We are now just 4 wins away from glory. A glorious glory which would see me so excited I'd run down my street nude shouting 'Glory be this glorious day of Glorification'.
It’s always nice to see the extra gallantry displayed by fans come finals time. When the Cats make the finals, Geelong goes crazy. Everything tied down is covered with blue and white streamers and balloons, Villains can become heroes and heroes become Villains. It is with great pride I shall sit in the hopefully sunny bottom deck of the Great Southern Stand with my Kent Kingsley Krew t-shirt on, slightly intoxicated, looking for Supermecado so I can set his socks on fire.
As the leader of the only militant faction of the GFC, I hope Geelong loyalists descend on the G in their droves. It's been great to hear just how quickly Geelong fans have snapped up tickets. Let’s hope we outnumber, outwit, outlast and outplay the Demon faithful and not so faithful. They have long been our bitch, we need to reclaim this back Saturday. Enough is enough. Get the ball to Kent or Nathe and for Petes sake put Scarlett on Robertson. Even Chambers will be fast enough to play on Neitz who will play, and play unfit. Not that it will matter because he can’t get a kick against us either way.
Just one quick mention of Boy Wonder this week. I need my fix you see. Let's talk about the goal, you know the one. Long kick deep into the 50 Mooney fists away deep into the forward pocket, picked up by AAAAAAATHHHAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAN!!!! Not too sure how he'll go this week, actually I wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t front Saturday, which will cause this fan club to revolt the only way we know: Rakes and Pitchforks!
All ...1,2,3....5! of us will head to Garry Davidson’s house and poke him to shreds with our rusty utensils. I don’t care if he is to blame or not. The man didn’t even ask me to an interview for the assistant coaches role when I applied, and the word on the street is that he is a laughing stock in Melbourne. He can take his silver hairdo elsewhere.
Nathe or no Nathe, the forward line looks shaky to say the least. Thank goodness the Demon defense does also. We enter this final series minus Ben Graham and with no real worthy replacement on current form. Not to bag Henry. Fourth season at the club and the signs have been good. Some of the time. Henry is still nowhere near fit enough to play centre half forward and don’t even talk about his kicking. His style often resembles a windmill falling over, but I'd fancy the windmill to kick straighter. Graham had a pretty solid campaign last series culminating in a near best on ground performance against the Lions. What of the other two forwards that played that night in Charlie and big Haynesy? Both have had chances to stake their claim (some more than others it must be said) and now find themselves in the VFL whilst the youngest prospects on our list in Mackie and Nathan look set to play in their first finals. But… we all know how a certain family love playing at the MCG do we not? Hehehehe, we can only hope... which is more than I can say for Melbourne.
There is a bit of unfinished business in two respects for Geelong come Saturday. It can lead to a path of retribution for the tears that flowed at the end of last campaign, and it can show the Demons they are worthy adversaries after capitulating twice this season against our rival bloggers.
Let’s hope the players remember just how much it hurt to lose to the Lions that preliminary final night. The lump in my throat still remains as I'm sure it does for many others (because I was close to tears, not because I have an Adams apple). They had the Lions on the ropes but unforgivably wasted many chances and missed out on a Grand Final birth. Given the meteoric rise of the team, last year it was forgivable. This year it isn't. It’s not fun to hurt, nor is it fun to hurt as much as bowing out in the finals after so much work has gone into getting there. From here in on you live on the edge of your seat. A brilliant game by any one of the players can turn the advantage our way, yet all have to put in.
That's the message that must get across, you've gotta want it. You've gotta want it so bad the fear of not having it leaves you sleepless at night. You've gotta want it so bad you'd sleep with Cameron Ling if it meant just getting to the damn grand final. Like I said, you've gotta be damn hungry for it. Now get out there and frigging get it to Ablett!!! RAAAAAHHH... sorry, told you I got a little crazy.
Now for the fans, yell and scream until your throat is dry and your tongue resembles budget rump steak. Make the G a sea of blue and white like it was so many times in the early 90's. Hit opposition fans with cheap verbal attacks and as equally cheap blow to the back of their heads. It’s our home game, treat them like dirt, or like you would to Chris Dwyer. It may not be our home, but it’s our home game, and its the home of football. The Cats are coming home, and I can’t wait! Demonblog you're going down..... you motherfuckers!
Unprecedentedly excited, restassurably pessimistic The Kolonel.
Posted by Sammy D at August 30, 2005 06:43 PM