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TOPIC: Freo v Carlton.... from 2005

heather Freo v Carlton.... from 2005 3 years 11 months ago #1

heather
Still working my way slowly through the small number of footy photos I have on my computer. We've jumped to 2005, a Len Hall game.

I miss the rock ceremony..

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Freo66 Freo v Carlton.... from 2005 3 years 11 months ago #2

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RIP John Gilmour
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shane Freo v Carlton.... from 2005 3 years 11 months ago #3

shane
Match Report

It was an unusually gloomy looking day at Subiaco Oval when Carlton came to town. The sky seemed to signal the way Dennis Pagan was going to play things, and while there wasn't any rain falling, he was able to break Johnny Worsfold's gutless record for the earliest flood in a game of footy. The players needn't have even bothered running to their positions before the bounce because as soon as the action started, the Carlton players flocked the centre square like politicians to an Anzac Day ceremony. It was so packed in, it almost looked like Troy Longmuir had picked up a man.

With a wave of Carlton players headed their way, the Dockers seemed to come to the conclusion that there was some sort of Godzilla type creature running around at the other end of the ground, because they all fled in the opposite direction, leaving the footy behind. Waite picked it up, gave it to Fevola, who ran into an empty fifty metre arch, continued on to an empty goal square, and booted the ball to the back of the third tier for the opening goal of the match. Peter Bell quickly did a run around to assure all his teammates that the backline was a Godzilla free zone, convinced them to go back to their positions, and the Dockers were back in business.

Compared with the effort the week prior, the Dockers were looking a million bucks. Unfortunately, compared to any other week, they were still looking slow, unsure and jetlagged. Paul Medhurst was the first to throw off the shackles and remind everyone how to play footy. He threw the script out the window, grabbed the ball from the back of the pack and headed goalward. He danced around a couple of Blues then brought the house down with a goal. Exciting, unpredictable, good footy. That's what Freo needed more of.

Another mix up by the Freo defenders had them wondering when the umpires were going to get the kid in the Carlton jumper off the ground. By the time they realised it wasn't a kid but Matty Lappin, he'd pulled in a screamer, played on and kicked a goal. Never one to pass up a good idea, Chris Connolly thought he'd try the same tactic and sent Scotty Thornton into the Freo forward line. It worked a treat. He floated down on his own, got the ball and put it right down his captain's throat. Peter Bell drilled the goal and it was two goals each.

With the games out of the way and Carlton started to loosen up a bit. The game started to flow a bit more. Fremantle coughed up a couple of chances but were lucky enough to have Fevola playing for the other team, so it all evened out.

One bloke who wasn't going to let any more chances get past him was Matthew Pavlich. Taking some advice he'd been given by Wayne Carey, Pavlich ended his lead short and ran back with the flight of the ball. As he got away from Whitnall, he lunged back towards the goals and dragged in a screamer. Not only that but once he'd taken the grab he copped the full force of Big Lance's one hundred kilogram body falling down on him. Most men would have been taken from the ground in a sponge, but not Pavlich. He got up, pulled up his socks, teased his fringe, then kicked the goal. Freo were in front.

Things were looking back on track for Fremantle. They were running well and their skills weren't too bad. They looked to have Carlton covered but, as anyone watching the career of Ricky Mott will be able to tell you -
you turn your back for one minute and it's gone. A dodgy fifty metre penalty and a very suspicious decision by the boundary umpire gave the Blues two quick goals before the siren, leaving the Dockers trailing by a goal at the first break. Some angry words were said during the break, possibly by the coach, but mostly from the people on the other side of the fence contemplating another week like the one they'd just gone through. Losing to Carlton was not an option.

It was a sentiment few could argue with and one the players took to heart. It may have taken another goal from Andrew Walker for them to realise it was a distinct possibility but once the message sunk it, it was all guns blazing.

Their first goal for the quarter was hard work. They scrapped it out, battling tight defensive play from the Blues and doing their part to highlight the skills shortage the government has been rabbiting on about. But as their confidence started to grow, space just seemed to appear for the Fremantle players. Jeff Farmer, already exceeding the quota of confidence allowed for a small forward, got a taste of it too. He decided to take on two Carlton players, both taller, stronger and better groomed than he was, and he beat both of them. In fact, he made them look like stooges. He jumped over them, ducked under them and seemed to do a little jig. Then he grabbed the footy and sent it goalward. It split the middle and the umpire gave it two thumbs up. Look out Carlton.

Like the rising tide, Fremantle had lifted slowly and the Carlton players were starting to realise they weren't going to make it back from Penguin Island dry. Luke Webster followed up the Farmer magic with a fifty five metre goal on the run and Fremantle were back in front and coming fast.

The stop-start, wait-for-a-team-mate-to-get-within-16-metres-of-me-before-I-kick-it style of footy was thrown out the window and Fremantle started playing the sort of footy that had Dockers supporters saying things they would later regret at half time in the derby. Free flowing and quick footy. Skilful and exciting footy. Good footy.

Paul Medhurst was having a day out and kicked two absolute beauties within a couple of minutes. Not wanting to be left out of the action, Jeff Farmer put through his second not long after to take the margin out to 18 points. The Carlton supporters were starting to get nervous as the margin drifted out and Fremantle's momentum just kept building.

A show of strength and stability from Matthew Carr gave Freo one more before the siren and put Fremantle in a commanding position at half time. The Carlton players had their heads down and it wasn't just because the light rain was causing their hair care products to run into their eyes. Freo had them on the ropes.

It was all smiles in the Fremantle camp but half time is a long break and after interest started to wane in the Little League, thoughts drifted to the last Fremantle home game and the second half performance. The game might have been in the bag at this stage but if the Dockers were going to carry that bag loosely over the shoulder like they had against the Eagles, they were just asking for Carlton to pinch it off them. Three Carlton shots on goals in the opening two minutes weren't good for Freo. Another three in the minutes after that were an even worse sign. Like an episode of Carnivale, the plot was starting to become lost. Fremantle were turning back into the rabble of last week - the tide was going back out.

All it took to turn it around though was one bloke prepared to put his hand up and the rest followed. For some reason, only known to the man himself and possibly not even to him, Jeff Farmer was standing alone in the back pocket. He got hold of the ball and did something no one else was prepared to do - he took a chance. Instead of looking for a sure thing, he backed Troy Cook in to beat his man. The kick wasn't great but Cookie rose to the occasion and took a speckie. He bounced to his feet and moved it on to Hasleby, Hasleby went to Grover, Grover to Siegert, Siegert to Pavlich, Pavlich to Schammer and bang - Schammer drilled the goal.

A bad bounce saw the Blues kick the next goal but Fremantle were on the charge again and a brilliant chase down from The Wiz had Peter Bell kicking the reply in grand style. The lights had been turned on at Subi Oval and they'd come back on for Fremantle. The Dockers weren't going to let this one get away from them.

Even "Snoopy" Murphy was getting in on the action, avoiding the bagel like stats by getting the sit on Trent Sporn and jailing one after the siren. The three quarter time score sat on 26 points and the big question now was would Fremantle hang on for the win or belt Carlton into the lush Subiaco turf. Another bit of Medhurst genius in the opening minute of the final term had most leaning to the latter. There'd be no waiting for the cogs to start working this quarter, Fremantle had come out ready to play.

Unfortunately, plenty of efforts for only minor results had momentum heading back towards the game petering out, as the Dockers piled on the points and Carlton watched on. But if there's one thing we've learned about Carlton in the recent trips to WA is that they never win but they also never give up.

What seemed a lazy late goal to Houlihan suddenly became a bit of a run on. They kicked a couple and got within a few kicks of the lead. All of a sudden there was a bit of life left in the game (and a bit of fear in the eyes of the Freo supporters). Then something happened. Something that will not soon be forgotten by those at Subiaco Oval. Peter Bell kicked the ball long down the wing to Matthew "Bruce Banner" Pavlich. Bruce was given all sorts of treatment from Thornton and the ball spilled to the ground. Looking at the umpire for some assistance, only to be rejected once again, something started to happen in his head. The rage was growing. The rage he'd been suppressing every time an umpire refused to give him an obvious free kick, the rage he'd been suppressing every time Dennis Commetti asked him a smartarse question about the Dockers, the rage he'd been suppressing every time a teammate kicked over his head last week. It all boiled to the surface and most of it was released on Scott Camporeale. He threw himself onto Campo, he dived onto the ball, smashing blokes to all corners of the oval - even his own team mates if they were stupid enough to get in his way. He ripped the ball from the bottom of the pack, gave it to Peter Bell who sent it off with heath Black for a goal.

As Pavlich tried to mend his tattered clothes, players came from all directions to pat him on the back, unable to hide their excitement at the Purple Hulk's game saving work. It put the Blues back in their box and Freo went on to win by 19 points to put themselves back in the premiership race.
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Raglan Matt Freo v Carlton.... from 2005 3 years 11 months ago #4

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Bit harsh on Ricky Mott, there Shane. There have been shorter careers.
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shane said You Beaut