Masters Round 6 – vs Gold Coast
Heavy and blustery conditions. A couple of familiar old foes led the Gold Coast side out. A side that has had the wood over us for some time, such that even a few long term players have never tasted success against them previously. One of the old foes in “Hooch” was closely mimicking his choice of hair dye by running all over the place in the wet conditions. Old foe number two in “Robbo” who has put us to the sword many times was not having it all his own way this time. Coach Rocket made the inspired decision to have Pricey follow Robbo through the middle, with favourable results. Pricey never left his side and spoiled everything. The ball came in fast, Pricey spoiled it. The ball came in high, Pricey spoiled it. When somebody mentioned that Robbo hadn’t seen the ending to The Sixth Sense, Pricey chimed in and spoiled that for him too. He was a man obsessed with his task. Poor Robbo had to order lunch six times after the game because Pricey kept punching it out of his hands. A remarkable effort. With Robbo’s influence curbed it made for an intriguing arm wrestle. We went into half time with the embarrassing scoreline of zero zero but were still only four goals down.
Thankfully the drought was broken early in the 3rd quarter with a magnificent running goal to Ado.
As always, much to talk about in terms of players welfare. Heading the injury count was the potential career ending knee complaint suffered by Rusty. The threat of not having your general out there marshalling the backline was confronting but eased marginally by the realisation that it would mean not having to watch him walk, post game, around the dressing room naked from the waist down any more. Cookie absent for some time with other injuries, some yet to be classified by science, popped in for a couple of customary head shots with a sprinkling of concussion. Mary worked tirelessly through the evolution of his leg injury. What began as a hobble before graduating into a full blown limp had now turned into a full blown Michael Jackson film clip, complete with dragging limbs.
Thankfully not all physical impairments were at our expense. Jenko angered a feisty defender by laying a fair but brutal tackle and the less than supple Snooker fell back on and completely squashed an unsuspecting opponent, who would not be seen again until he finally emerged from a mine in Chile with several confused looking miners. Nicko stepped up in the absence of Big Fish who was absent. His hands were needed to dam a river and couldn’t make it. Cuddles played well and enjoyed his stint on the wing whilst Craig did a fantastic job in the second half on Hooch, sticking to him like the cheap brand of fake tan he was favouring on the day. Other good players were Haema, Joycey & Louie. Bic was solid as was Dooley who, perhaps in the spirit of the upcoming World Cup, became obsessed with the idea of kicking everything off the ground. Leaving parents too frightened to put their children down once the game was over. Sadly not even a rousing speech from Springfield Pete at the start of the game would be enough to get us over the line in this time. Proclaiming that in his time with the club, which was drawing near its end, he had never been involved in a winning team against Gold Coast. A pre-game pact was struck that we would “Win this one for Pete”. When it became apparent at ¾ time that that would not be possible, we forged a new pact to “Win this quarter for Pete”. And when that failed, we filed into the social club and tried to win a game of Keno for Pete, such was our determination that day. A gallant but otherwise disappointing 28 point loss.
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