A wheat-belt Feudal lord, controlling the centre of Subiaco with a seeming indominable power. A young, brave, wild Pinjarra clansman steps forward.
“Come in”. Dimma had heard that knock before. A single strike of trepidation and unbridled confidence. If it wasn’t for the trepidation, he would have said “come in jack”, although he wouldn’t have had to.
“Kmac! whats up brother?”
“I want Fyfe.” Young Kamdyn strove to maintain eye contact and keep his lips pursed. He looked at the bridge of his bosses’ nose and his ears, and kept things moving forward.
“Yeah?” Dimma gave nothin’.
“Yep” Kmac tried giving nothing back. He didn’t do bad.
“He had 28 contested possies on Danger on Sunday”. Dimma leant back on two legs of his chair and joined his fingertips in slowly scratching the back of his head.
“So Ive got nothin’ to lose. You saw me shake Daisy’s shoulder out of its socket. I’m your man. I got the size, the strength, the tank.”
Dimma was seriously impressed. He’d already thought of it. Last night, he’d crept out of bed and quickly poured over the numbers.
Fyfe 190/88 KMac 192/89. Fyfe’s first season averages 16 disposals 4.6 marks 3 tackles and point 8 of a goal. Mac’s first 9 games 17 disposals, 4.6 marks, 2.7 tackles and point 6 of a goal. Jeez.
When he’d snuck back into bed, he’d lied about salty puttanesca and thirst.
“You reckon?” suppressing grins was one of Dimma’s strengths. The rare times when one escaped, he could dull his eyes in an instant, to make the grin seem mean.
“I’ve got 8 brothers and sisters. Ive been getting contested possessions since i was 6 months old” Kmac sensed that Dimma had thought the same thing, except from a different angle.
(‘Kmac stops Fyfe, tigers probably win, we go to the bye 6 and 4. I could take the wife and kids to Noosa for the weekend’)
(‘I stop Fyfe in front of half of Pinjarra, They’ll forget who Harley Bennell even is. I’d probably win the rising star and renegotiate $1.5 for 3. I’ll be set’)
Both came to know exactly what the other was thinking. It didn’t get much more symbiotic. One of those things that works whichever way you look at it. The kind of decision a jelly fish can make.
“Alright son”. Dimma loved having arrived at the age and level of experience that licence you to call broad, tough men ‘son’
“I was gonna ask you if you’de like the job tomorrow” He set a grin free. The kid had confirmed himself as tough and self-assured in one knock and 3 words. That, combined with the rack and the tank, was why he’d drafted him.
“I would of said yeah” Kmac had a sense of humour as alkaline as bauxite tailings.
I love it Corbo. Nate would have worked pretty hard on Dangerfield and he’ll have surfboard syndrome thinking about his week off. Kamdyn has heaps to prove and he’ll love the rock hard ground under his feet. I wouldn’t miss it for the world! I hope Dimma reads this.
lololol priceless. i know that look!
“Suppressing grins was one of Dimma’s strengths. The rare times when one escaped, he could dull his eyes in an instant, to make the grin seem mean.
Thanks fellas. I love the footy card Chris. It got me thinking ……. what would happen if Nat Fyfe goes to the CEO ‘I want the Woodside logo blacked out. I’m not gonna promote arguably the most evil environmental vandals on this continent’ . I reckon the boss would go ‘no worries Mr.Fyfe’ and then hold a press conference saying Nat has a rare anaphylactic style heart condition and needs to wear a special biomedical patch.
Love your thinking Corbo. It’s so crazy it may just work. I have an alternative, slightly dodgy, plan – get Dusty’s old man kitted up, have him to stand next to Fyfe at the first centre bounch and let him issue a few words of warning to the young superstar about how many touches he’s allowed to have i.e. none. If that doesn’t put the fear of God into him nothing will.
Your the man matty very funny
Dream scenario: the boy from Pinjarra in his 10th game of football in the top league, in his homecoming, burns up the wing all night, and jars Fyfe’s collarbone in a tackle (did I say that), and is clear BOG and everybody in the west is asking, who is that warrior with the long stride, with the bow-legged gait.
Read my lips: McIntosh, the gunslinger-footballer-running machine.
Dusty must have asked first. He did an outstanding job too. I dont want to denigrate Nat, he is a superb footballer, but I reckon Steven Sziller could have won a brownlow with Sandilands palming the ball in his arms 40 times a game. Well … maybe not. Kmac kept his average up with 16 disposals. He’s going just fine.
Yeah, Kamdyn didn’t star but he was part of a historic win, any of his family and friends that got there would have been thrilled with his effort I’d say. Fyfe was below par.