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2022: Round 4 v Western Bulldogs at the MCG

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I have decided not to go this game. I am managing my Covid risk, I tell myself. But as it turns out though I can’t go anyway. After two years of the pandemic being out there and affecting everyone else, it arrives in our house. My partner tests positive on Saturday morning and we all have to isolate for seven days. With my partner unwell and keeping to herself in the front room I am busy keeping the household ticking over. It is with some relief that I hit the couch at 7.25 to watch the Tigers. But how much relief will it be if we get crushed?
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I have decided not to go this game.  I am managing my Covid risk, I tell myself.  But as it turns out though I can’t go anyway.  After two years of the pandemic being out there and affecting everyone else, it arrives in our house.  My partner tests positive on Saturday morning and we all have to isolate for seven days. 

With my partner unwell and keeping to herself in the front room I am busy keeping the household ticking over.  It is with some relief that I hit the couch at 7.25 to watch the Tigers. But how much relief will it be if we get crushed?

This might so easily have been the case.  Luckily for Richmond, the Dogs have not been told about “the big sticks rule” where you get six points for a goal and only one for a behind.  They fire for goal again and again as if all that matters is registering some sort of score.  They dominate the first part of the first term and in no time have their first “point goal” and lead 1.6 to 1.1.  Eventually Richmond break away, Bolton marks Riewoldt’s kick, plays on and goals and we’re in front.

Bolton snaps another point shortly after and the Dogs win a free, 30m out, right in front and miss.  Just before the break Naughton snaps and goals and they’re in front.

Quarter-time score:  Richmond 2.2.14 to Western Bulldogs 2.7.19.

I can only think how lucky we are that they didn’t kick straight and bury us. But our attacks, when they’ve come, have been exciting and fluid and have resulted in actual goals.

Early in the second term Picket marks a clearing kick and goals from the 50, his kick straight, high and handsome.  This is a good spell for us, in which luck plays no small part.  Castagna marks and wins a 50 under the new “still-like-a-statue” rule.  Not wanting to make it look too easy he does a weird, play-on snap and goals from 15m out.

We win another of those 50s, this time against Naughton, and Presti, back in the side and looking good, goals from 30 out.  Lynch then plays his best two minutes of footy in the last two years.  He takes a good grab on the wing and gives the footy to Bolton who gives it to someone else who kicks goalward where to where Lynch has run.  He marks and goals and the Tigers are looking very sharp.

Macrae gets one back for Footscray before a piece of Richmond play that brings tears to my eyes.  Cotchin wins a great one-on-one scrap and taps the footy to Balta who takes off like a Clydesdale freed from the plough. 

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He has one bounce and bombs it into the forward line where Lynch tries to mark, can’t quite get it, turns, gathers the loose footy and goals from close range under very close attention from the Doggies’ defence.  It’s old-fashioned Richmond footy, one contest to the next and so on down the ground.  It’s great to see Lynch moving so well and taking his chances and we’re four goals in front.

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The Dogs still don’t know about the six-points-for-a-goal rule and Naughton misses again at the other end and it’s 7.3 to 3.10.  The runner goes out and explains the rule to Naughton who goals from the free kick after Short kicks out on the full.

Half-time score:  Richmond 7.3.45 to Footscray 4.10.34

Richmond have been very good, especially the defence which is without most of our Premiership Heroes except for Short and Broad.  Those two have been good – I’ve been very impressed with Broad over the past two seasons, he plays with a lot of skill and vision and plenty of toughness too.  But the new defenders – Rioli, Tarrant and Gibcus – have also held their positions.

We have our noses in front, but the Dogs’ inaccuracy has put us there.  If they keep getting the ball forward and start kicking straight they will swamp us.  Sure enough the third term starts badly when Bontempelli marks and goals after we’d left him all by himself.  Then Shedda is caught holding the ball and I worry that he’s starting to look slow.  The Dogs go into attack from the free kick but Bontempelli misses.  They’ve now kicked 5.12 to 7.3.

There follows a passage of blood and guts so wonderful that it’s censored.  The Dogs try to switch play across their backline but Baker flies in and spoils, Lynch gathers the loose footy, straightens up and goals. 

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Lynch and other Tigers rush to thank Baker for his work and to check that he hasn’t bled to death.  Channel Seven rush to an ad and so we don’t see the gory aftermath.  But after the ad someone says “he split his head open” and the camera is on him for half a second as he is treated on the bench.  It looks like someone has upended a tin of red ink on his head, then it’s back to the un-bloodied players on the ground.

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Had this been a Shakespeare play rather than the AFL, the King, striding across the ‘G would have gestured to Baker on the bench and said “What bloody man is that?”

Sadly, after this English gets a quick reply for the Dogs who are not going to go away and are slowly learning the finer points of scoring in Australian footy.

Richmond go into attack again, Castagna marks on the 50 and kicks it to Riewoldt who can’t mark.  The ball spills loose, Footscray try to clear it but Bolton blinks through them like a ghost, grabs the footy cleanly, turns in the pocket and kicks it on his left just inside the boundary.  It sails high right over the goal umpire’s head and you wonder is there anything Shai can’t do?  There is some similarity to Dusty’s ridiculous goal at the end of the GF in 2020.  The stealing of the footy, the quick turn, the evasion, the outrageous ambition of attempting a shot from so tight an angle.

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Naughton ices this particular cake for us by missing again and soon it’s 9.4 to 6.14.  They’ve had seven more scores than us – and very few have been rushed behinds – and we lead by eight points.  Castagna has a good chance with an empty forward line in front of him but he misses.  The Dogs kick the footy out on the full, Cotch takes the free and Lynch takes a big grab 45 out on a 45 angle.  He kicks perfectly and we’re still in front with less than five minutes left in the third term.  So, the most pessimistic thing you could say is, we’re doing better than we were against the Saints.

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Baker, back on the ground with his skull fused with superglue, does some great work in the middle and gets it to Balta who kicks long and wide.  It’s not a great kick at all but Riewoldt marks right next to the behind post and kicks the goal.  We lead by 20 with 2.45 left in the quarter.

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Some poor Richmond disposals result in another mark to Naughton but only a rushed behind results.  Again Richmond can’t clear but then Treloar misses.

Richmond attack and Riewoldt marks on the 50 with 16 seconds left.  The siren goes and the umpire kindly explains what he is allowed to do – that is, he can’t play on.  Many, many years ago when Jack was perhaps still a teenager, I watched him on the telly in a game against the Saints.  If I’m not mistaken, he had a kick after the siren from a similar distance that could have won us the game.  And what made me so sad was not just that his kick fell short – I sort-of expected that – but that he kicked a drop punt.  It was well-known, even then, that his kicks just didn’t go that far.  But he didn’t even try a torpedo to get that extra five or ten meters that was required.  And I thought, I know it’s old-fashioned, but shouldn’t players at least know how to try a torp when it’s their only hope?

Evidently, Jack had heard my silent lament and tonight he shapes up to kick a torp.  I don’t think much of the kick off the boot – it looks like it’s going wide and falling short – but in the magical way of the spiral it straightens up and goes much further than it needs to.  It’s a goal and Jack becomes the 21st highest-scoring player in Men’s AFL-VLF history, or something and is mobbed by his team-mates.

And it’s the last change and the Tigers are up by four goals.

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Three-quarter-time score:  Richmond 12.5.77 to Footscray 6.17.53

Dunkley starts the last quarter well by kicking into the point post.  At the other end a ferocious tackle from Toby wins him a free and he goals from close range.  Soon the last term is half over and we still lead by five goals and then Parker, also playing well, wins a holding-the-ball free and goals from 30 out.  Is this the sealer?  Are we safe now, 37 points in front?  The way we coughed up leads against Carlton and the Saints means we can’t relax until there are fewer minutes left than our lead in goals.

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And soon this blessed time arrives, six minutes left and we lead by 38 points.

Then Presti marks a clearing kick on the 50, hands it off to the un-tagged Short who bombs it from 55.  We’re up by 45 points and are running away with it.  Treloar kicks a sad, late goal for the Dogs.  Hunter is gifted a 50 for time-wasting against Baker but he misses from 25 out.  Then, to make all the Dogs feel better, Riewoldt marks and kicks a point after the siren.

Final Score:  Richmond 15.9.99 to Footscray 7.19.61

There are many pleasing things about this win.  Our make-shift defence has done very well.  Ben Miller in his third game has been good and the old hands, Broad, Short and Rioli, have all stood up.  Presti has had a great return to the side, 30 possessions, 10 of them contested and a goal.  Pickett has played one of his best games for us.  Bolton has been brilliant and Lynch and Riewoldt have had their best games in a long time.  Baker has had another very good game and his head-splitting heroics would be immortalised had he lived in a less squeamish age.  Parker has played another good game too, as has Cotch.  I could name the whole side, as is generally the case when Richmond play well and win.

The Dogs’ kicking for goal is what kept us in the game early and perhaps won it for us in the end.  But what really hurt them was how well we used the footy when we had it.

Wraps and gaps

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In February I wrote here “Dynasties don’t last much longer than this in general, so there’s every prospect of a dip in fortunes at the very least.” Thanks very much Nostradamus. So, you can blame me for the Tiges nosedive in 2021. But like 2017 and 2019, we did not lose in September.

You can also blame me for the huge gaps in TTBB this season. I have struggled for motivation, for time and sometimes for positivity. The team has had some terrible performances, sure. But in the past I think we would have been on here spewing words to dissect these losses and demand Liam McBean come into the side. I didn’t want to think about AFL footy so much this year. But that’s what this site is all about, so please accept my apology that I just wasn’t able to do it at times in 2021.

During lockdowns, and all the other difficulties and limitations the pandemic has imposed; football and sport generally has played an important part in giving people a distraction and something to look forward to. The AFL has been flexible, shipping games here and there, playing in front of low or no crowds, the show must go on. This meant that for some Melbourne footy lovers, the unthinkable happened: their side played in a Grand Final that they were barred from attending. Not just “tickets are scarce” but – you’re barred. And they couldn’t even congregate to watch together because of restrictions on indoor gatherings.

I am not convinced AFL footy should have gone ahead this year. I do not have a persuasive argument for this case; it’s just a feeling that dogged me through the season. I am in Tasmania, where we have only had isolated single Covid cases bob up over the last year. I could go to local footy, with its small crowds. It felt good to be keeping the flame burning for all the people who would have done anything to be able to stand in the wind and rain and yell ‘ballllllll’.

The AFL with its interstate travel and huge payrolls is so much more than a sport. It’s too big to fail. The stock market would actually take a hit if the AFL was cancelled for a year. TV would have panicked as they did when sports started cancelling in 2020. AFL 2021 was always going to crash through no matter what. I was in the privileged position where I could go to a game, watch the Hobart Tigers lose, come home satisfied and just absorb the AFL on the radio or in the paper. Didn’t watch it much.

I don’t know how we’ll do in 2022, or how I’ll feel when round 1 is approaching. Nostradamus needs to go up on the roof and fiddle with the aerial to the crystal ball.

I do want to thank, from the bottom of my heart, David Astbury and Bachar Houli. Two wonderful men that have been ornaments to Richmond Football Club and to the game. Football has given them a platform and a career to this point; I expect we will hear a lot more from them in the years to come.

Bachar has his Foundation and we know he’ll continue to do his amazing community work; which I think of as stitching Muslim Australians into the wider fabric of Australia. David comes across as such a deep thinker, a humanist and an optimist. I hope we will have further opportunities to hear him speak – whatever his public role.

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Season 2021 – The highs, the lows…

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The Red and Blue mob are still be waving their Grand Old Flag in a state of delirium. And we don’t begrudge them the pleasure ‘cause we know what that feels like. There are so many apparent parallels between the Dees of ’21 and the Tiges of ’17 in their rapid rise and redemption. Simon Goodwin voices the same epiphany that turned Dimma around. The talk of team-culture, deep camaraderie and self-belief sounds very familiar. And Christian Petracca really did put on an amazing Dusty Martin impersonation in the big game, didn’t he?

This football season just concluded was another strange one. For the parts that coincided with Melbourne lockdown it did provide welcome distraction and entertainment, just like the one before, even if it didn’t offer the same exquisite pleasures for us Tiger supporters.

The velocity of our team’s crash back to earth took me by surprise. It is weird how quickly one adjusts to following a top-of-the-table team, and it’s not an easy thing to relinquish. A terrible run of injuries was a large part of the cause but, still, it was alarming to see the wheels fall off the juggernaut so quickly.  And who can say whether season 2022 will bring resurrection or stagnation? Anything can happen. Aside from Gold Coast FC, which I still can’t take seriously, the competition is really quite even. Most clubs have potential to take the fast elevator ride from middling under-achiever to serious premiership contender. Barring another catastrophic injury run, I think the Tigers are well placed to bounce back. Some of our older blokes are close to the end but we have some great players in their prime years and some promising new ones coming through. I reckon that Ross, Collier-Dawkins and Hugo-Smith are the safest bets in this latter category but there’s scope for others to stake a claim too. The compromised second-tier competition this year and last made it so much more difficult for players to step in at the top level. Hopefully next year will be better in that regard.

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I managed to watch two games at the MCG in real-life in season 2021, encapsulating the good and the bad of our season. I saw the Tiges storm home with a wet sail against the previously undefeated Bulldogs in round 7. We still seemed vaguely like a champion team at that stage of the season, with the added bonus of Shai Bolton looking like a break-out superstar. But then in round 17 I witnessed the unedifying spectacle of demolition by Collingwood in the final quarter. Our team looked shot. And losing to the Pies hasn’t become any less horrible as the years roll on.

For me, the best game of the season was actually one that we lost narrowly, against Port Adelaide in round 4. Such a high-quality contest between two sides playing great football, and neither deserved to lose. The game that we lost by a mere skerrick against the Wet Toast later in the season was a cracker too, although harder to take pleasure in because of our team’s woeful capitulation in the final ten minutes. The win against Brisbane on the occasion of Jack Riewoldt’s 300th game was a season highlight too, although soured by Dusty’s ruptured kidney. And I shouldn’t forget to mention the final six minutes of our season, where we suddenly woke from our slumber and kicked several quick goals to snatch a draw with the Turd-birds. That was fun to watch.

The lows? The aforementioned capitulation to Collingwood is up there on the list. But I think that fortnight where our team was demolished by St Kilda and then trounced by Gold Coast was the nadir. Both those games were truly demoralising. And I think the game against Freo, where our only goal for the entire first half was one kicked by mistake by Rhyan Mansell, deserves a special mention too. Shocking. But then I guess we move on, preferring not to dwell too long on such indignities.

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We’ll miss David Astbury and Bachar Houli in season 2022. But we look forward to welcoming back Ivan Soldo, Noah Balta, Nathan Broad, Dustin Martin, Dion Prestia and Shane Edwards, all in better health. And then who knows what might happen? Hope springs eternal, in a yellow-and-black jumper.

Round 18 v Brisbane at the Metricon (Carrara)

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Friday 16 July, 2021

I have given us no chances of winning this game and that was before the Covid-19 restrictions caused it to be moved to Queensland. I am completely at peace with this absence of hope. We have to win to make the finals and as I gave up on that score when the Pies beat us last week, all is well. In the end though, I get sucked into watching and then caring. And then, worst of all, hoping. Hope dies hard, someone said.
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I have given us no chances of winning this game and that was before the Covid-19 restrictions caused it to be moved to Queensland.  I am completely at peace with this absence of hope.  We have to win to make the finals and as I gave up on that score when the Pies beat us last week, all is well.  In the end though, I get sucked into watching and then caring.  And then, worst of all, hoping. Hope dies hard, someone said.

The match starts at least 15 minutes late as both teams, apparently, are caught in a terrible traffic jam on their way to the ground.  Nank and Lambert are welcome returns to the side in Riewoldt’s 300th game.  Matthew Parker, the heavily-inked former Saint, is making his debut for the Tigers.

Brisbane attack first and McStay almost marks but it’s not paid and the Tigers rebound.  Riewoldt had a chance to snap a goal but the kick goes across the goal-face and is marked by Lynch who delivers.  There are a few thousand spectators in the ground, apparently, but any cheering they might do after the goal is drowned out by the music blaring over the speakers.

Richmond attack again, Brisbane’s clearing kick is marked by Martin who plays on and goals. We’ve started well but that doesn’t mean so much.  We’ve started a lot of games well lately and it’s been a month since we won.  McCarthy out-marks Mansell for Brisbane’s first goal before Parker has a set shot from 45 out.  His kick is bad and drifts away to the right where Riewoldt takes a big grab and kicks truly.  Things stop going our way though. Charlie Cameron pulls one back for the Lions and then McIntosh goes off with a hammy.  He’s been playing very well the past two seasons but it’s only when he goes off the ground for good that I realise how much we’ll miss him.

Things go our way again though – there is no end to footy’s rollercoaster.  Robertson marks and will surely goal for the Lions but the ball is turned over after McStay gave Rioli a shove and the umpire gave him a free.  Parker takes a great mark 55 out but the subsequent attack fizzles out.  With two minutes left Short goes for a good little run through the middle, takes two bounces and kicks to Chol 45 out on a tight angle. It’s the wrong side for a left-footer and his kick seems to drop near the line.  He likes it though and the goal umpire agrees and we’re two goals up again.

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Bloody McStay pulls one back though with a free kick from 25 out. Riewoldt has a shot after the siren a long way out and on the boundary but his kick falls short.  I’m not surprised, he’s never been the longest kick.

Quarter time score:  Richmond 4.2.26 to Brisbane 3.1.19

It’s been a good, even quarter from us.  McIntosh was very good, of course, before he was injured.  Garthwaite and Mansell appear to be struggling a bit in defence, but Grimes and Astbury are doing well.  Cotch has had his best quarter for ages and has laid five tackles, while the other mids and the forward pressure have a pleasing 2017-2020 look.  It’s magnificent seeing Toby go around again and Parker has a very determined air about him.

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Graham gets the first goal of the second quarter following another period of pressure in the forward line.  Sadly, Daniher sneaks off by himself at the back of a pack and kicks an easy goal a minute later.  There is a lot of support among the sparse crowd and a good chant gets going after Graham’s goal.  But Daniher gets another damn goal straight away and the scores are level and it looks a bit too easy for Brisbane.  I worry about Garthwaite and Mansell.  Garth only seems to get a game when we’re really hard up which must make it hard for him.  And then he’s never in the side long enough to get used to it.  Tonight looks like another such experience for him.

This becomes a stretch of play with awful echoes of the last quarter against Collingwood.  We can’t get our hands on the footy at the centre bounce and the Lions are doing what they want.  McCarthy marks and goals to put the Lions in front and the Tigers are fading.  Nankervis crashes Daniher to the ground but is pinged for a dangerous tackle.  The commentators all think it wasn’t a free.  But in any case Daniher misses the shot.

The relief is short-lived.  Our bad run continues.  We can’t win the footy and when we do we give it away or handpass to someone who is tackled immediately.  But Brisbane manage not to score and then a Richmond attack comes off.  Graham gets it to Bolton who passes to Parker who gets it to Dusty.  He launches a huge, centering kick to Chol who is outnumbered three-to-one but pulls off a brilliant soccer goal. It’s his second for the game and he’s been playing well and for all my gloom and doom we’re only a point down.

Riewoldt marks but misses and Robertson marks at the other end and puts the Lions five points up.  The dangerous tackle interpretation goes our way as Castagna wins a free.  Stack sends a big, long kick into the forward line and Riewoldt takes a huge mark and kicks the goal.  Scores are level, but only briefly.  Another dead-easy goal from the centre bounce for the Lions.  We just have to stop teams doing that to us, it’s completely unfair.

Half-time score: Richmond 7.4.46 to Brisbane 8.4.52

Bailey puts the Lions 13 points up early in the third.  They break away very quickly from the middle and our defenders are often caught out.  Rioli takes a very good intercept mark to prove me wrong but our attack breaks down.  Toby sends a huge handpass to a team-mate to launch another Tiger attack which again is repulsed.  Then Toby marks and kicks to Astbury and the Tigers are away.  Astbury gets it to Stack who sends a beautiful kick from 60 meters out to Shai who marks 20 out, plays on and goals.

The music which greets this goal is an abomination, but still, we’re not dead yet.  Riewoldt marks a kick from Dusty and kicks his third goal from close range.  We’re three points down and things are getting better in the backline too.  Garth makes a great spoil and seems to be getting more confident.  Shai has a set shot from 40 but his kick is awful.  Am I wrong or does his set-shot kicking need a bit of work?

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Chol takes a big mark at half-forward.  He’s not the only fringe player who looks like he means business tonight.  Bolton’s gather, bounce and run is a thing of beauty.  His kick is marked by Riewoldt 40 out, running with the flight.  He kicks his fourth goal and we’re in front and have kicked three in a row.  There is a ball-up 60 out from our goal, a free is called, then “advantage!” and Martin gathers and kicks to Chol who marks and goals and we’ve kicked four in a row and lead by 10 points.

At the centre bounce Mitch Robinson crashes into Dusty who goes down, looking badly winded.  He’s led off the ground but will surely not be gone long.  Castagna has a chance to put us further in front but misses with Riewoldt and others free.  Riewoldt then wins a very soft free for an alleged push which even the slow-mo can hardly detect.  The injustice of the free doesn’t bother him and he kicks his fifth and we’re 17 points up with just over a minute left.

It’s a bad minute though. Cameron marks and goals from the 50 with six seconds left on the clock.

Three-quarter time score: Richmond 12.6.78 to Brisbane 10.7.67

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The word is that Martin is quite badly hurt.  Commentators are thinking he’s broken a rib.  In any case he is soon seen zipping up the Jacket of Oblivion and Jack Ross comes on.  The quarter begins in a discouraging fashion when Bolton kicks well into the forward line and Lynch goes to ground for no obvious reason.  At the other end Grimes drops a regulation chest mark which leads to a boundary throw-in instead of a Tiger getaway.  Somehow we do get away with it though.

The umpires give another dangerous tackle free, this time to McCluggage on the Richmond forward line.  Things go our way though when Lynch wins a free for a block that was barely there.  He kicks a goal from 20 and we’re back to a 17-point lead.

Chol kicks the goal of the night shortly after, dodging past two or three lunging defenders before kicking it from 50 out.  He does have a beautiful kicking action and when this one sails through I begin to think we could win this.  It’s his fourth for the night and it’s the best game I’ve seen him play.

Castagna misses another chance after ignoring Riewoldt’s lead.  Another dangerous tackle is paid to McCluggage, this time against Stack.  McCluggage delivers and we’re 19 points up with plenty of time left for Brisbane.  Richmond attack and are certain to score with free players everywhere you look inside the 50.  Somehow Lynch, under no pressure, finds the only Lion within cooee and hits him on the chest, laces out.  The ball is rushed down the other end where Brisbane score and it’s only 13 points.  We might have sealed it a moment before but didn’t and I’m pretty cross with Lynch.

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The team does not go to water though.  Aarts gathers with his usual skill and kicks it to Graham.  In the absence of Dusty he knows that he has to go up a level and he does.  From the 50 he kicks it and his team-mates get around him.  They know how big this is, against a top-four team playing in their home state, with Dusty gone for the night and a run of four losses behind us.

Riewoldt kicks a point from a tight angle, a good way out.  The Lions need four goals in three and a half minutes and the game might be ours.  But Daniher is left un-tethered in the goal-square like a harmless, old house-cow and now it’s only three goals in three minutes.  Astbury goes off injured.  I can see the horror show unfolding. But the clock ticks under two minutes and the Lions still need three.  Lambert, who has had a very good game, kicks to Riewoldt who wins a down-field free with half a minute left.  He kicks goal number six and we’re up by 20 and hope has well and truly reared its head.

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Final score: Richmond 16.10.106 to Brisbane 13.8.86

It’s been a great win and like our best wins it’s hard to pick the best players without naming half the team.  Chol has had his best game that I’ve seen and Riewoldt, the Kid from Clarence, has kicked six in his 300th.  Toby’s return has been more than welcome and many think he’s been best on ground.  It occurs to me that for all his great work in the ruck and in marking contests, he actually gets paid by the tackle.  Astbury and Grimes probably saved the game for us early and Mansell and Garthwaite found their way into the game after some bad moments at the start. Rioli has been terrific off half back.  Lambert and Graham have been good.  See – half the damn side.

Now another tough game against the Cats at the ‘G in front of no crowd.

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Round 17 v Collingwood at the MCG

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Sunday 11 July 2021, 4.10pm

It’s the last time slot I’d choose for a Richmond game and yet it actually works out all right for me. I get some things done before setting off and we’re home in time for a not-too-late dinner. And our seats are magnificent. On the bottom deck where we almost never go, just around from the Punt Road End and under cover so there’s no worrying about the rain. Which, like Richmond’s next win, doesn’t come. Our start is very good though. Bolton snaps a beauty from the pocket just in front of us. There’s lots of pressure and a fair amount of skill and we kick four goals straight to 1.1 for the quarter. Rioli and Stack are very good and warmly welcomed back into the side.
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It’s the last time slot I’d choose for a Richmond game and yet it actually works out all right for me.  I get some things done before setting off and we’re home in time for a not-too-late dinner.  And our seats are magnificent.  On the bottom deck where we almost never go, just around from the Punt Road End and under cover so there’s no worrying about the rain.  Which, like Richmond’s next win, doesn’t come.

Our start is very good though.  Bolton snaps a beauty from the pocket just in front of us.  There’s lots of pressure and a fair amount of skill and we kick four goals straight to 1.1 for the quarter.  Rioli and Stack are very good and warmly welcomed back into the side.  

Our back-line is almost unrecognisable, with no Houli, Vlaustin, Broad or Balta.  And Baker is playing on the forward line so he’s not there either.  But this make-shift defence does all right, the mids get enough of the footy and the forwards kick straight.  Chol does well-enough in the ruck because Toby still wasn’t right, apparently.

Baker is at home in attack and makes a great spoil against a much taller opponent.  Richmond win the loose footy and kick a goal and Baker is loudly applauded as he runs off to the bench.

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Quarter-time score: Richmond 4.0 to Collingwood 1.1.

Again we start well but Collingwood become very quick and clean out of the middle in a way that Richmond haven’t done for weeks.  We can’t seem to get an attack going and the Pies kick a few goals in a row, including two in about a minute, which is very worrying.  But some things go right.  Baker marks just inside the 50, gets up, brushes himself off and goes back and kicks it.  Of course he does.  And right at the end Riewoldt takes a big grab, the siren goes and he kicks his 700th goal and everyone – well, nearly everyone – stands and cheers him.  We still have a 17-point lead and it’s not so bad being a Richmond supporter.

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Half-time score: Richmond 7.2.44 to Collingwood 4.3.27

There is the usual obnoxious crap at half-time.  Loud thumping music, the sickly bullying game of Are You Paying Attention?  I have noticed that in addition to the electronic roar which follows our goals and which is embarrassing enough, there is a loud burst of electronic cheering after Collingwood’s goals.  My daughter tells me that this seems to be standard at the MCG now for the away team.  God help us.

In the third term Collingwood miss quite a few chances but our system appears to be broken.  The pattern of the last few weeks seems to have re-emerged.  There are good little episodes of play but never enough to trouble our opponents.  Aarts makes a very clever gather on the half-back flank but then turns the ball over.  Had he gotten it away we might have had a clear run down the other end.

Stack is playing well, very busy and spoiling and scrapping all over the place.  Somehow – mainly due to Collingwood’s poor kicking for goal – we increase our lead by three points.

Three-quarter time score:  Richmond 10.3.63 to Collingwood 6.7.43

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We are just around from the Richmond Cheer Squad who, if I’m lip-reading correctly, are doing their Tiger Army chant to get our boys over the line in this last quarter.  I can’t hear a word however.  The corporate geniuses who run the Richmond Football Club have chosen, as a matter of policy, to drown them out with marketing department drivel.  Not just on this day but on all our days going back 20 years or more.  It’s one of the saddest things I’ve seen where nobody actually died.

I will say it to my grave, what sort of a club silences its own supporters?

Collingwood are kicking to the Punt Road End in the last and so we have a perfect view for the hell which unfolds.  Pendlebury, who seems to be playing very well, kicks perfectly to Elliot who marks right in front.  The kick was like the best of Dusty’s passes, perfectly placed and giving Garthwaite (I think) no chance.  In no time the lead is less than a goal.  Then De Goey marks and goals and Collingwood are in front and a moment later he marks again and passes to someone else who marks – of course – and goals and they are nine points up all of a sudden.

What has happened?  We can’t seem to get our hands on the footy. Collingwood are tearing out of the middle as if we’re not there.  We’re nine points down and our season is gone.

Pendlebury gets it out of the middle, again, to Mihocek who marks on the 50.  He kicks it straight to Grundy who marks and goals from 15 out.  Our make-shift defence has been pulled to bits.

The slow, hypnotic chant of “Coll-ing-woood….Coll-ing-woood” makes its way around the ground.  They haven’t won a flag in 11 years and they can’t have more than 10 thousand supporters here but their chanting, like their footy, is embarrassing us.

We’re 15 points down but it feels like 50.  Finally, we attack and Dusty gets it to Lynch, who, it seems, has not been terribly involved for some time, and the big feller gets it home and it’s only nine points now and who knows?  Can this team find some heart and two more goals?  There are only 22 minutes gone.

Collingwood attack again and seem certain to finish us off but Grimes flies in, makes a huge tackle and wins a holding-the-ball free kick.  It’s a huge play, the sort of thing that could lift a side, but doesn’t.  He kicks it into the middle where Cotch is out-marked.

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There is some good, very tough footy and maybe we could still do this?  But with 27 gone Collingwood seal it.

Long before this our supporters have been leaving and now they stand and walk out in droves.  I am so appalled that I shout at them, you weak bastards, they’ve won you three flags and you walk our now?  At least I think I was shouting.  To their credit, they keep their heads down and refuse to meet my gaze.

The Collingwood chant has a terrible beauty about it, as Yeats might have observed.  When the siren goes, mercifully, we stand and soak in the pain.  The Pies are over the moon.  When you’re 16th on the ladder and your club is falling apart what could be better than beating the reigning Premier and ending their finals hopes?  Our players look shattered.  What has become of us in these four terrible weeks?

Final score: Richmond 11.5.71 to Collingwood 13.9.87

Grimes might have been our best player.  In an undermanned back-line he tried even harder than usual.  Stack was good too and Baker.  Others did their bit, but not enough of them and not often enough.

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Decline and fall: rounds 15, 16

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I haven’t given up on the Tigers. It’s just that I can’t see where our next win is going to come from. Last night Saturday night, before our Ash won at Wimbledon, the Saints beat the Lions on the Gold Coast.  The commentators made many comments about how the Saints were playing like a top-four side but they seem to have forgotten that only two weeks ago they conceded two goals against Richmond.  Clearly the Saints defence is a bit suspect.

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I haven’t given up on the Tigers.  It’s just that I can’t see where our next win is going to come from.

Last night Saturday night, before our Ash won at Wimbledon, the Saints beat the Lions on the Gold Coast.  The commentators made many comments about how the Saints were playing like a top-four side but they seem to have forgotten that only two weeks ago they conceded two goals against Richmond.  Clearly the Saints defence is a bit suspect.

It’s tempting to write volumes when we win and just not think or write anything when we lose.  But if that sounds like cheating it’s because it is.  It’s like the crime novel where the murderer can’t possibly get away with it and doesn’t.  Or the romance where there is never any doubt that the star-crossed lovers will get together.  Real life has its ups and downs and to pretend otherwise isn’t healthy.  You might as well only talk to your friends when they’re cheerful and only leave the house when the sun is shining.  Tempting, but folly.

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I remember little about the Saints game, the one where we kicked two goals, and I’m not going to re-watch it, nor read any old reports to refresh my memory.  What I remember is that it was terrible.  We only kicked two goals!  Had we kicked straight – it was 2.10 to 9.8 – it would have been better.  Well, obviously.  But the score-line did us justice.  We were terrible.  And yet, not completely terrible.  There were passages of play that looked like the old Richmond who won the flag nearly every year.  But they were only passages, here and there, and they led from one messy room to another.

Max King, who is a promising forward who can’t kick straight, suddenly could kick straight.  And so the game went and at the end of it our Golden Age seemed suddenly to be over.  There was something extra-special in our lack of skill and absence of sustained pressure that would make anyone think, this is awful and this is the end.

If I remember rightly, Daisy Pearce commented on the selection of first-gamer Samson Ryan, one of the tallest players ever to put on the Tigers jumper, in place of Dan Rioli.  On a cold, wet night at the ‘G, maybe dropping a quick, experienced small player for a very tall first-gamer wasn’t such a smart move?  At times like this I wish that Daisy was a coach at Richmond.  Ryan tried hard but got injured early.  He won plenty of tap-outs against Marshall and Ryder but the Saints pair won more and to better effect.  In the end, apart from his work in the ruck, which is not to be sneezed at for a first-gamer, he didn’t trouble the stats people.

We followed this very sad night with a loss to the Suns in Melbourne.

I tried to get tickets but couldn’t.  I am thankful for small mercies.  It turned out to be better and worse than the St Kilda game.  Better because we kicked several goals and were in front right near the end.  Worse because the Suns are – or were – a truly terrible team playing away from home.

But it was a better night for me because I was very productive – I did a load of washing then cooked dinner and a double batch of Anzacs.  This is what the shrinks will tell you is controlling what you can control.  And just as well, as it turned out.

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The Suns out-play us for much of the game, from memory.  But I think their kicking is awry and ours is not bad and so we’re either in front or close to it for much of the game.  We go behind in the last quarter but Lynch, who is in his first game for six weeks, puts us in front again with his fifth goal.

But the Suns get the next two and we lose the un-losable game.  We were dead certs to win this and that was before the game was moved to Melbourne.

And if we can’t beat the Suns in Melbourne, who can we beat?

We’ve got Collingwood to come followed by Brisbane and Geelong at the ‘G, then the Dockers in Perth, North Melbourne at the ‘G, the Giants in Sydney and then the Hawks.  A little while ago our run home looked cushy.  Now it looks like pushing a wheelbarrow full of bricks over the Himalayas.  In the dark.

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Round 13 v West Coast Eagles at Perth Stadium

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By my calculations, if Richmond are to make the top-four we have only one or two losses left and this had better not be one of them. On the other hand, winning in Perth is never easy and I can’t remember when we last beat the Eagles there. Presti is out injured but Lambert is back in which is huge. Apparently, the Eagles also have some good players injured but I don’t care about them. In any case we start well. C C-Jones almost pulls of a very good mark, Aarts gets a point for us, the first score of the game and Chol wins the first three ball-ups against Natanui. Riewoldt kicks the first goal with a clever soccer kick – he’s got a few of these lately – after Picket had sent in a long pass. Unfortunately, Naitanui soon gets one for the Eagles, a very clever snap from the boundary. The Tigers respond with a good period in which they dominate but don’t score. Vlaustin is doing well in defence and sends a long kick into the forward line. Riewoldt marks and kicks the goal and with half the first term gone we lead 2.2 to 1.0.

Perth Stadium, Saturday 12 June 2021

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By my calculations, if Richmond are to make the top-four we have only one or two losses left and this had better not be one of them.  On the other hand, winning in Perth is never easy and I can’t remember when we last beat the Eagles there.

Presti is out injured but Lambert is back in which is huge.  Apparently, the Eagles also have some good players injured but I don’t care about them.

In any case we start well.  C C-Jones almost pulls of a very good mark, Aarts gets a point for us, the first score of the game and Chol wins the first three ball-ups against Natanui.  Riewoldt kicks the first goal with a clever soccer kick – he’s got a few of these lately – after Pickett had sent in a long pass.  Unfortunately, Naitanui soon gets one for the Eagles, a very clever snap from the boundary.  The Tigers respond with a good period in which they dominate but don’t score.  Vlaustin is doing well in defence and sends a long kick into the forward line.  Riewoldt marks and kicks the goal and with half the first term gone we lead 2.2 to 1.0.

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Bloody Kennedy marks twice and goals, once from close in and once from 45 out and the Eagles clearly have their kicking boots on.

But it’s still been a good quarter for us at a hostile venue.  Our best players have been Vlaustin, Chol and Houli.  Grimes has done well too.

Quarter time score:  West Coast 3.0.18 to Richmond 2.2.14

Early in the quarter Bolton has a very good chance but his kick goes out on the full.  The Eagles have evidently sprinkled all the magic goal-kicking dust on their own boots.  Caddy hits the post from 45 out on a tight angle.  I actually thought he did well to hit the post.  West Coast rebound too easily through the middle, Cripps marks and goals and we really need the next one.

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Into attack we go, Rioli wins a free for high contact on the 50, but Graham takes the advantage, plays on and goals and it’s 4.0 to 3.3.  Another promising attack is ruined by a poor kick into the forward line.  The Eagles rebound again and Oscar Allen goals from a set shot, 55m out.  If we are to win this, we just can’t let the Eagles have the footy in their forward half.  Nor in their back half, for that matter.

But just as I’m starting to think that this might be too hard, Dusty gathers and goals from the boundary as if it were the most basic skill in footy.  The silence of the crowd is eloquent.  Best of all is that Dusty had taken the footy from the ball-up in which, effectively, Richmond didn’t even have a ruck.  He just stole the ball from the Eagles’ tap and away he went.

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Bolton marks, plays on and kicks to C C-Jones who marks and wins a 50 for late contact.  I think it’s a fair call but there seem to be West Coast fans who disagree.  It’s an easy goal and we’re in front again, 5.3 to 5.0.  Then Aarts refuses to be tackled, runs in and goals on the run from 45 out and the young feller seems quite at home in this team.  The quarter is half over and we’re in front by nine points.

It gets better when Bolton flies very high without marking, Lambert then gets the footy, runs in and goals and it’s a big welcome back to the Pride of Preston and we’re 15 points in front.  Sadly, the Eagles don’t go away and win a free for high contact against Grimes.  Jones goals from the set shot and the Eagles still haven’t missed which is disturbing.  Broad does very well to stop another West Coast attack but his clearing kick is marked by Waterman who goals – of course – from 45.  We lead by three points.

At some point West Coast get a point which must annoy them.  Pickett wins a ruck contest – yes, Pickett – and taps the ball to Bolton who sends a long kick to Riewoldt who takes a very good mark but misses the set shot.  The siren goes and we’ve won the quarter.  Pickett and Bolton have been good but the whole team has been solid.

Half-time score: West Coast 7.1.43 to Richmond 7.5.47

West Coast begin the second half in more promising fashion by having two kicks spoiled on the line with no forwards there to make good.  The game becomes very slow and tactical.  McIntosh does well but one set shot hits the post and his second misses too.  But he makes amends when his pass is marked by C C-Jones who kicks the first goal of the quarter with 7.30 left on the clock.  Once again, the crowd silence is a thing of beauty.

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West Coast attack again and somehow Baker, all five foot eight of him, manages to spoil the mark.  The Tigers rebound and once again McIntosh is involved and Castagna trots into an open goal and kicks it.  We lead 9.8 to 7.3. Naitanui wins a free for in-the-back, plays on, shrugs away the tackler as if he were a loose scrap of paper in a light breeze and kicks to Ryan who has somehow found himself by himself.  He goals from 30m out and when the siren goes we’re up by two goals.

It’s been a good quarter for us.  Vlaustin has been good again and so has McIntosh.  We’ve been very disciplined and have stopped West Coast’s tiresome kick-and-mark game.  I’m hopeful that we’ll finish strongly.

Three-quarter time score: West Coast 8.3.51 to Richmond 9.9.63

In the last term the Tigers cover themselves in glory until they don’t.  The Eagles get it back to one goal when Kennedy marks and goals from an angle, again.  Oscar Allen misses after taking a good mark and playing on.  I have thought all game that if they could just start missing their shots, we might win this.  But they attack again and again and we can’t seem to find a way out.  Castagna makes a mark-saving spoil deep in the back line.  At last the Tigers rebound, Dusty makes a tackle, Bolton gathers and gives it back to Dusty who runs in and kicks it along the ground and through the big sticks.

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A minute later Lambert goals off a step from just inside the 50 and we lead by 17 points with five minutes gone.  Oscar Allen wins a very dubious free kick for a dangerous tackle, right in front.  As sometimes happens, he can’t believe it’s a free kick either and sportingly misses the easy shot.  If only they could keep missing…

There follows a long period where the ball stays in the West Coast forward line, but eventually we break away again and Bolton goals on the run from 50m and surely we can win this now?  We lead by 22 points but there 11 minutes left – which is a long time, as Lou Richards used to say, “the way footy’s played today.”

Someone says that fatigue might become a factor. For unknown reasons, Richmond, who played in Perth last Saturday, had flown back to Sydney after the game and then back to Perth for this one.  I know that flying 8000km is not quite as hard as walking 8000km, but still.  Why did they do that?  West Coast haven’t travelled anywhere.

In any case, mistakes start to happen.  Grimes throws the footy and Waterman just sneaks in the free kick for a goal.  We attack again but stuff up the last kick into the 50 and West Coast rebound.  Cripps goals and we lead by 10 points with seven minutes left.

Baker gives away a free for deliberate out-of-bounds but Ryan manages only a point.  Naitanui takes a great mark in a pack but misses from close range.  Is it possible they could kick their way out of this?  But the poor kicking is contagious and Vlaustin’s kick-in is the worst I’ve seen him do.  It just clears Pickett’s head and goes into the arms of Edwards – their Edwards, not ours – on the 50 who kicks calmly to Oscar Allen who marks and goals from close range.  It’s down to a few points now and the Eagles are all over us.

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We have another chance for a goal but again the last kick lets us down as Castagna kicks it straight to Hurn at full-back.  From there the Eagles rebound quickly.  Yeo sends a long kick toward Broad and Ryan.  Ryan gathers the loose footy and kicks it 1450mm to Kennedy who is awarded the mark and goals from a tight angle.  Again.  There are 36 seconds left and all is not lost.

Editor’s note: from approximately where Ryan kicked to where Kennedy marked
is a distance of only six chest-marking Kennedys, ie 6x196cm = under 12 metres.
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It does seem to be though when the Eagles win the tap at the re-start.  But Grimes wins the footy back for us.  We need one more bit of luck and we might have it when Grimes might have given away a free for in-the-back but there’s no whistle.  He kicks to Chol who takes the ball an inch off the deck and handpasses to Vlaustin who is steaming past.  Vlaustin’s kick is spilled by Riewoldt just outside the 50 but he gathers the loose ball and gets it to Martin who runs out of the centre square and lets fly from the 50.  It’s two-against-two in our forward line but Hurn swallows it again and it’s all over.

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It has been a great game, but gee it hurts to lose.  Especially to a club with such an awful jumper and wretched song.  But I’m being small-minded.  The Eagles were very good.  They seem to take goal-kicking practice very seriously.  And they’ve come back from four goals down half-way through the last quarter.

Hard to pick our best players, as usual. Lambert has been great on his return.  The defenders have all done well in a tough gig, but Vlaustin might have been the best of them.  And it will be forgotten, as we lost this game and didn’t kick a goal in the last half-minute, but the composure and skill of Grimes, Chol, Vlaustin, Riewoldt and Martin right at the end is something they should be proud of.

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Dreamtime in Perth

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Essendon v Richmond, Saturday 5 June 2021

Richmond are wearing a beautiful jumper for tonight’s game while the Bombers, with the greatest respect, are not. It has way too much red and this will surely hinder their play. This turns out to be true. Mabior Chol starts the game very strongly and almost kicks a goal in the first minute when he runs in and boots the ball from long range.  But it’s slightly off-target and we lead 1-0. Presti gets a point to double our lead and then C C-Jones wins a lucky free in the goal-square and kicks our first goal. After each goal tonight someone plays the digeridoo which is a nice touch. Dusty fires in a bullet of a pass to C C-Jones who marks and ought to take the kick but is persuaded to give it back to Dusty who snaps and misses.
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Richmond are wearing a beautiful jumper for tonight’s game while the Bombers, with the greatest respect, are not. It has way too much red and this will surely hinder their play.

This turns out to be true.  Mabior Chol starts the game very strongly and almost kicks a goal in the first minute when he runs in and boots the ball from long range.  But it’s slightly off-target and we lead 1-0.  Presti gets a point to double our lead and then C C-Jones wins a lucky free in the goal-square and kicks our first goal.  After each goal tonight someone plays the digeridoo which is a nice touch.  Dusty fires in a bullet of a pass to C C-Jones who marks and ought to take the kick but is persuaded to give it back to Dusty who snaps and misses.

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Chol takes what Richo tells us is his third intercept mark and the game is only minutes old.  He wins the footy again and kicks beautifully to Martin who marks and goals from 30m out.  Essendon get their first after a Tiger turnover.  Andy McGrath goes off injured for the Bombers.  I haven’t followed their fortunes closely of late but we are told this is a big blow for them.  McDonald-Tipungwuti is very quiet, but nobody seems to notice this until he gets his first kick in the last quarter.  It could be because he’s injured or maybe the Tiger playing on him, which could be Short, is a gun defender. So many unknowns.

Vlaustin kicks well to Edwards who kicks perfectly to Castagna, directly in front, 30 from goal.  George kicks it “over the umpire’s hat,” according to McLachlan who, as a commentator, is better than BT.

George is involved in our next goal when he wins the footy near the boundary and sends in a long kick to Riewoldt who marks and goals from 15 metres.  The siren goes and were up by 19 points.

Quarter-time score:  Essendon 1.2.8 to Richmond 4.3.27

Richmond holds the Bombers at arms-length in the second term. At times it looks like they might put them away but they don’t.  A highlight is Caddy’s almost-stuff-up.  He should kick from one pocket but wants to give the ball away.  Somehow, he ends up on the other side of the goals and kicks a left-foot goal over his head.  He’s turned a difficult shot into an almost impossible one and pulled it off.  Well done Josh.  It puts us 27 points up but the Bombers come back before the main break.

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Half-time score:  Essendon 5.4.34 to Richmond 8.7.55

Again in the third term we look at times like we might bury the Bombers but we can’t quite do it.  At one point the lead is five goals but it’s down to 16 points just before the last change.  Dusty’s goal with 30 seconds left to make us more comfortable.  Or is that complacent?

Three quarter-time score:  Essendon 8.10.58 to Richmond 12.8.80

I’ve enjoyed the game so far but I wish we were further in front.  Three or four goals is just not enough.  The lead can disappear faster than fifty dollars on a holiday.

My pessimism is well-founded.  Riewoldt has a chance to put us further in front but his kick falls short and would have missed anyway.  Parish, with his 38th possession, kicks long to Hooker who marks and goals from right in front.

Things get better when Stringer marks on a tight angle and then passes to Waterman who misses.  This is a great let-off for the Tigers who clear the ball with promise from defence.  A good rebound is underway but the umpire has spotted Dusty thumping someone 100m up the ground and awards a free kick to the Bombers on their forward line.  Hooker gets another one and our lead is down to nine points.  I’m very cross with Dusty – a clenched fist, 100m off the ball?  How was that ever going to help?

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A minute later McDonald-Tipungwuti, with what Richo notes is his first kick of the game, passes to Langford who marks and goals.  The Bombers are within a kick, the last quarter has barely started and the very pro-Essendon crowd are roaring.  Footy doesn’t get much worse than this.

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Only it does.  Very soon after Waterman runs onto a loose ball and puts the Bombers in front.  There are 13 minutes left in the game and Richmond can’t get their hands on the footy.  This puts them at a great disadvantage, you’d have to say.

But we do get our hands on it and Riewoldt wins a free for holding about 50 from goal.  Aarts gets the footy as the whistle is blown, plays on and misses and everyone thinks, he shouldn’t have done that. Which is easy to say after you’ve missed, but from the free Jack was no certainty.  Things are looking up for us though, especially as Stringer gets the footy and kicks out on the full.  Aarts kicks to Castagna who marks 20 out, kicks the set-shot around the corner, like all the cool players do now and we’re back in front.

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Richmond attack again, Riewoldt plays very cleverly near the boundary, keeps the ball in, doesn’t let himself be tackled and kicks to Bolton who gathers and goals and we’re one and a bit goals in front and breathing a bit easier on the couch in Preston.  Edwards follows up with what has to be a deliberate off-the-side-of-the-boot kick that lands in Dusty’s lap.  He makes amends for his clenched fist off-the-ball and goals from 50 out.  His kick is perfect, dropping neatly once it crosses the line.  We’re up by 16 and there’s seven minutes left.

Edwards, who is having a good game, kicks into the 50 and Bolton takes a terrific mark which is disallowed for a faint push from Riewoldt.  Really.  I think that the faint push should be out-weighed by the brilliance of the mark.  That ought to be the rule, but it’s not.  The commentators and the cameras and therefore us in Preston are pre-occupied with the disallowed mark and so it remains a mystery to this day how the next bit of play unfolds.  Somehow Essendon manage to cough up the ball from the resulting free kick which is bad for them as it’s deep in our forward line.  A manic passage of play ensues.  Riewoldt is brought down, the ball spills loose into a pack of players, Graham barges in, grabs the footy and barges out again.  Half the Essendon team are trying to tackle him but he somehow handballs to Bolton.  Shai is almost tackled and almost falls over and is almost tripped.  Almost, but not. He spins out of trouble and snaps the ball back across his body.

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On the couch I am amazed that the ball even got to him, dumbfounded that he wasn’t stopped by the Bomber defenders who were in good number.  I’m incredulous that he actually got his kick away.  The fact that it’s a goal is beyond belief, one of those things that just cannot be. It can’t and yet it is and Richmond are up by 22 points with six minutes left.  Seven minutes earlier we had just lost the lead and the Bombers were rampaging.  Now we’ve put them back in their box and shown them how to play footy.

Prestia has to go off with an injury which is very sad as he only just got back into the team. Rioli comes on in his place.  Balta, who has had a good game in defence, gets the ball on the forward flank, takes one step and lets fly from outside the 50.  It’s a goal, of course.  We are putting on a clinic for the Bombers and teaching them not to steal a lead from us in the last quarter after we’ve been in front all night.

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We lead by more than four goals and there are four minutes left which is a recipe for relief.  McIntosh, back on his home soil in the West, marks and goals and the players look as relieved as we feel.  In the last minute Rioli goals from a long Pickett handpass and we’re 39 points up when the siren goes.

Final score:  Essendon 12.12.84 to Richmond 19.9.123

Darcy Parish wins the Yiooken for best-on-ground.  He deserved it but seems uncertain what to do.  No doubt, he would rather his team had won and someone else had won the award.

I have to say I’m pleased with the win.  I would really like to know how Tippa was kept so quiet.  Whoever was responsible might be considered our matchwinner.  As in most of our wins it’s hard to pick the very best players.  The defenders have all done well, again – Grimes, Balta, Vlaustin, Houli, Short and Baker.  And Broad has had yet another good game.  Bolton and Dusty have done all right too, but I’m still cross with Dusty for that costly turnover.  Prestia, before he was injured, did well. Cotch and Sheds too.  I could name the whole team, again.

And I am very heartened by the heart of this side.  How many times this season have they come back and won?  Against Footscray, against the Giants, against Adelaide and now, after coughing up the lead in the last quarter, against the Bombers.  I can’t see us coming from behind to beat the Eagles in Perth this Sunday though. We’ll just have to get in front and stay there.

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Round 9 v Greater Western Sydney at Docklands, Saturday 15 May 2021

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I would like to ignore the odds that the parasites advertise everywhere but, as they advertise everywhere, this is impossible. The parasites – they call themselves bookmakers, as if their profession was literature – give the Giants little chance. What people forget is that these odds reflect where the money goes, not just the chances of the teams. And the fact is that this will be tough game for the Tigers. Rioli and Graham are the only two of our best seven midfielders who are un-injured while the Giants’ onballers are, apparently, in fine form.
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I would like to ignore the odds that the parasites advertise everywhere but, as they advertise everywhere, this is impossible.  The parasites – they call themselves bookmakers, as if their profession was literature – give the Giants little chance.  What people forget is that these odds reflect where the money goes, not just the chances of the teams.  And the fact is that this will be tough game for the Tigers.  Rioli and Graham are the only two of our best seven midfielders who are un-injured while the Giants’ onballers are, apparently, in fine form.

And we just got thrashed at home by the Cats and the words “nightclub”, “brawl” and “Richmond” have been trending all week.  And Dimma whingeing about playing at Docklands strikes me as petty and not worthy of a triple-premiership coach.

It strikes me as odd that with very little trouble I get two seats quite close to the front at the top deck without paying anything extra.  But when we get into the ground just before the game starts I can see why this is so.  This is a seriously anaemic-looking crowd.  There are vast empty bays everywhere and none that are packed.  There are a few hundred behind the goals at the Richmond end but big, empty spaces next to them.

Allowances must be made. It is a cold night, with a good chance of rain (however, we are playing under a closed roof).  We have had a pandemic.  We have lost one game in a row.  It is almost seven months since we last won a flag.  We have only 100 thousand members.

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Toby – our Toby – wins a free out of a ruck contest and goals after 11 minutes and a bit later Aarts soccers brilliantly on an angle and we lead with two goals to 1.3.  But the Giants hit back with quick snaps from Kelly and Green without an “E”.  They have moved the ball too easily through the middle and been very efficient in front of goal and I don’t like it.

At our end Lynch runs into an open goal from 40 out and kicks out on the full.  Then Castagna marks on the 50 and kicks to Lynch who marks close in but on a tight angle.  He kicks well though and it’s 3.0 to 3.3.

Naish is in the side again, deservedly so, and smothers twice in a few minutes.  Toby Greene flies over Vlaustin for a mark but kicks out on the full.  But half a minute later he marks 50m out on the opposite side and kicks the damn thing.  Of Toby’s many faults, by far the worst is that he is a very talented footballer.  

I think the Giants have outplayed us but we’re still in it.  I think Nank has been our best player and Naish has also been good.

Quarter Time Score: Richmond 3.0 to Giants 4.3

At quarter time the spruiker makes me wish I was at home watching the telly, even though she gives us the chance to win $500.

Early in the second quarter Rioli marks right in front 45 metres out but his kick falls short and is rushed through for our first behind of the game.  The Giants move it down their end on the express train and Hogan marks and goals from 30 out.  We are looking out-gunned.  From the centre-bounce the move is repeated almost exactly and we’re three goals down with the quarter only four minutes gone.  They have another chance to hurt us but miss.  We turn the ball over, Hogan marks again from close in and doesn’t miss and it’s 3.1 to 7.4.  I write “falling apart” in my notebook and feel the faint comfort of putting words on paper.  Hell is slightly easier to bear when you describe it.

But only slightly.  We are being cleaned up by this Corporate Confection and we have barely any supporters here to get our boys going again.  What has become of the world?

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Ralphsmith, in his first game, runs in and kicks a point.  My friend Chris – Northcote Chris, not Taroona Chris – has texted me at the start to say he was best friends with Hugo Ralphsmith’s dad in Grade 2.  That makes him family, pretty much.

It’s time for the young fellers to stand up and they do. Naish runs well down the ground, passes to Dusty who marks on an angle and goals.  We’ve had a good five minutes by the standards of this game.  Flynn misses at the other end and Dusty soccers a goal for us.  It’s 5.2 to 7.5 and hope has returned only to be snuffed out again. Hogan marks, wins a 50 and goals.  He and a team mate had minutes in which to work out which of the pair would go for the ball.  Our defence keeps getting caught out.  Within 30 seconds Hill has marked and goaled with ease and we’re 27 points down once more.

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Collier-Dawkins snaps for his first senior goal and his team-mates mob him.  There must be hope if the young fellers can do this.  At the main break we trail by 21 points which is gettable.  There is music, but not too loud and the spruiker, of course.  Nobody would come to the footy if the spruiker didn’t remind us how good it is.

There is no Auskick at the main break but instead a stupid competition where the spruiker patronises the little kids instead.  This is followed by Are You Paying Attention?  (Or Do You Have Your Own Life?)  I wish I wasn’t here.  I wish I could sit down with Peggy and Brendan and beg them to stop this crap.

We’ve played a bit better towards the end of that quarter but the Giants seem to move the ball too freely and their forwards have an easy time of it.  Hogan kicked four goals in that quarter and none of them seemed to be hard.  Nank has been good again but Lynch seems slow and lacking in confidence.  I wonder if Riewoldt is injured?  He seems to be no threat to the Giants’ defence.

Half-time score:  Richmond 6.2.38 to Giants 9.5.59

In the third term hope will be lost only to be found again.  Lynch has a good chance early on but misses.  Hill misses at the other end, bless him.  Lynch takes a great mark 20 out on a 45-degree angle and somehow manages to hit the post.  The Giants rebound, of course, Toby Greene kicks to Lloyd who marks easily but also kicks a point. We’ve been lucky, we could be six goals down now.  But also unlucky, if Lynch’s kicking can be described as bad luck.

Our defenders clear the ball well but it’s brought back for a Giants’ free kick from which a goal is kicked.  We’re 28 points down and we need two goals to get back in it. But, as I keep telling myself, and as I’d tell the players if I coached them – we need ONE goal.  We need the NEXT goal. That’s all.

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Dusty can hear my thoughts.  He takes a handpass from Baker and goals.  Oh, thank you Dusty and Baker.  Lynch passes to Riewoldt who passes to Collier-Dawkins who kicks truly from 40 out.  The Tiger Machine is rolling at last. Dusty handpasses to Aarts who kicks his second and we’re only nine points down and who said hope was lost?  It was just fumbling for the right page in the Melways.

Suddenly we’re on top.  Baker is everywhere in the middle.  Collier-Dawkins is going well too, passes to Castagna who marks 40 out, right in front.  His kick drops just when we don’t want it to but after a long score review the goal is given and there’s less than a kick in it.  Hogan marks again at the other end but his kick falls well short and Nank marks it, of course.  The game has changed and it’s ours for the taking now.

Three-quarter time score:  Richmond 10.5.65 to Giants 10.8.68

Even with this tiny crowd the chanting of the Tiger Army at the last break could fill this ground. And why wouldn’t they make a noise with the Tigers roaring back from the dead?  But there is no chance of this happening.  Some lucky fool has a chance to “Race the Jeep” along the boundary fence and this must be conducted at such volume that any crowd noise is drowned out. I first noticed the Tiger Army chant being shat on in this way twenty years ago and it’s only gotten worse since.

For the millionth time I ask, what sort of a footy club would try to silence its own supporters?

Clearly, the absence of crowd noise fills the Corporate Confection with heart and they start the last quarter well.  Toby Greene marks 50 out and his kick, which seems short and mis-directed is a cleverly-disguised pass which Hopper marks un-contested.  He goals easily and we’re 10 points down.  I tell myself there is still time and still hope but I feel both slipping away.  The Giants go further ahead when Lloyd marks, again very easily, and goals from 40 out.  The quarter is almost half over and we need three hard-to-get goals to win it.  That’s if the Giants don’t get any more.

Lynch runs onto a loose ball, gathers and misses from well inside the 50.  But not too long after that Riewoldt makes a strong contest as the ball this kicked in quickly, gathers, snaps and goals. I haven’t seen him move so smoothly all year.  Things start to run our way again.  The Giants miss and Dusty just gets his toe to the ball and crushes the goal umpire.  After some delay a goal is given – his fourth – and we’re three points down with six minutes left.

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A Lynch snap and miss makes it two points.  Broad – who is having another good game – gathers on the wing and sends a big kick into the 50.  Riewoldt goes for it but can’t mark, sends a hopeful handpass into space, Rioli gathers and goals in a split second and we’re in front with 3.20 left on the clock.

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We have several chances to seal the win and the Giants can’t the get the ball forward of the centre.  With a minute left Dusty snaps a point and we’re five points up.  Another Richmond attack is thwarted but this time the Giants steam forward like a train on freshly-laid tracks.  A long kick into their forward line is gathered safely by Vlaustin who kicks it back towards the wing.  He can’t be said to aiming for the boundary but the ball takes a sharp break to the right and goes out of bounds.  These days – unless you’re Melbourne playing in Adelaide – nearly everything is called deliberate and so is this.  O’Halloran takes the ball and sends it goalward, Taranto gathers a few metres out on a sharp angle and tries to dribble it through for a goal but Grimes races in and rushes a behind.  From where we sit, we can’t bear to watch and can’t believe, either, that it didn’t go through for a goal.  We thought it was all over.

It’s not though.  There are 22 seconds left and we have the footy and we don’t give it away and the siren goes and all 18 thousand of us belt out the song. 

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This has been a win for the ages, a win so good that it makes the crowd seem even smaller than it is.  We had twice as many to see Lloydy’s kick after the siren to beat the Swans in the dark days of 2016.

Final score 13.9.87 to 12.11.83

Best players for me were Dusty, Nank, Broad and Baker.  Collier-Dawkins did well too.

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Round 8 v Geelong at the MCG

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The best thing about tonight is how good our seats are. Level four but just nine rows from the front on the flank at the Punt Road End. When I first tried to get tickets – on-line, of course – I was offered “best available” in some god-forsaken row right at the back. I tried again and got these and was grateful. But given how small the crowd is I think that the random nature of the ticketing process has put a lot of people off. There is a very strong Geelong contingent in a crowd of just over 50 thousand. That means that fewer than half of our 100 thousand strong army has turned up on this fine and mild night, a week after our best home-and-away win in years. And we’re playing the closest thing we have to a Victorian rival whom we beat in last year’s Grand Final. I say these things as if we need to be reminded of them which perhaps some of our supporters do..
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The best thing about tonight is how good our seats are.  Level four but just nine rows from the front on the flank at the Punt Road End.  When I first tried to get tickets – on-line, of course – I was offered “best available” in some god-forsaken row right at the back.  I tried again and got these and was grateful.  But given how small the crowd is I think that the random nature of the ticketing process has put a lot of people off.  There is a very strong Geelong contingent in a crowd of just over 50 thousand. That means that fewer than half of our 100 thousand strong army has turned up on this fine and mild night, a week after our best home-and-away win in years. And we’re playing the closest thing we have to a Victorian rival whom we beat in last year’s Grand Final.  I say these things as if we need to be reminded of them which perhaps some of our supporters do.

It doesn’t matter as we play extremely well anyway, kicking to the City End so that we’ll come home to the Punt Road End which is always good.  Shai, who rehearsed Mark of the Year several times against Footscray, without actually nailing it, this time nails it in the goal-square.  Fifty thousand people gasp and gasp again at the replay.  Shai goes back and kicks the goal, which, if I know my History of Great Grabs, is unusual.  Typically, all the genius is used up in the mark and the kick disappoints.

We are three goals up at the first break and I am confident that we are setting up a comfortable six-to-eight goal win.  We lead 4.3 to 1.3.

The second quarter goes less well but we still lead by a goal – 7.7 to 6.4.  In the third term we will surely get into our stride again and put these Cats in their place.

It all goes horribly wrong, of course.  Geelong have three big forwards who all have their kicking boots on.  Hawkins, Cameron and Rohan mark and goal from a good way out and on difficult angles.  They crumb and goal too showing they can read the play pretty well.  Our defence can’t cope and our depleted midfield can’t help.  On our odd foray forward Lynch and Riewoldt seem to disappear.  I’m sure they’re still out there and trying hard and everything, but I can’t see them.

Three quarter time score:  Richmond 8.9 to Geelong 14.8

In a quarter of footy we’ve added a goal and two points against 8.4.  We are 33 points down.  We could still win but it’s unlikely.  I’m hoping we don’t lose by too much.  I’m hoping we come back enough to at least make Geelong nervous.  But there’s no such luck. The last term is as bad as the third and we go down by ten goals.

It’s a miserable night.  At least we can say we were there for Shai’s Great Grab.  And with the way the Tigers have travelled in recent years there’s an exquisite kind of pain in being there at a loss.  When we win the flag, again, I can say, well, I was there the night the Cats tore us to shreds and everyone wrote us off.

Final score:  Richmond 9.9.63 to Geelong 19.12.126

I think Shai is our best player but he has few mates.  I’m sure Dusty is injured as he’s had little impact.  Ever-reliable players like Vlaustin and Houli have had quite average games.  On the other hand, I do think we’ve kept trying to the end, even when nothing worked.