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It’s amazing some of the ideas that have been thought up by Fremantle coaches, sitting around in the Doig Lounge, taking swigs from the bottles of Stephen Michael Ten Year Old Port (now in their 38th year of vintage).
There’s been a long standing joke amongst Fremantle supporters and sarcastic media types that Fremantle are a different side when they play away. Mark Harvey loves a joke and his previous efforts to get a chicken to cross a road and send an Priest, a Rabbi and a Vicar out on a life raft both ended better than expected so he thought he’d give this one a go too. |
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Fremantle's non-trip to Launceston has been declared a complete success, with the non-playing players reporting back that everything went beautifully. By all reports, Matthew Pavlich is feeling very refreshed, Stephen Hill has enjoyed his day off and David Mundy is back to his laid back self as Fremantle freshened themselves up for their flag tilt by chucking a sickie. Over in Launceston things weren't so pretty, however, with the youngsters and also rans coming up against a Hawthorn side who were taking the match a little too seriously. So, a last quarter run of three goals wasn't enough for Fremantle to get over the line and the Hawks won the dead rubber by 116 points.
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Last year was a bit of a bust and it can only be put down to one thing - with a new coach, the supporters put too much faith in him. They stopped working the magnetic board, coming up with the perfect match ups and killer moves and weren't prepared to yell out advice to the coach between quarters. Poor old Harves wouldn't have known what to do. So make sure this season you arrive at the game prepared and when you see Mark Harvey walking by, yell out your best ideas at the top of your voice to help him along.
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It’s Round 21 so you’d expect everyone to have had a crack at everyone else, at least once, as the season meanders towards the finals - but this is the AFL, so this week, Fremantle and Hawthorn will meet for the first time this season, in freakin Tasmania. Sure it’s terrible planning and it absolutely makes no sense at all but neither does Hawthorn still holding an AFL license so Fremantle will head east, then south this week to scoop up another 4 points and hope to be back in time to play Carlton next Friday. |
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Have your say on how the Dockers players performed on the weekend by rating each player from zero to five or just pop in and have a look what everyone else had to say about the team.
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To save people forking over their hard earned money to the AFL in exchange for a magazine that gets bigger every week, making it harder to get to the only part you actually want - the names of the players, we've introduced the Dockerland Budget.
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Bold, courageous, brilliant, calculated, completely insane - Those are just some of the ins this week after Mark Harvey decided to open up a few bottles wine at the selection table this week. A severe case of soreness has apparently swept through the club with their best and brightest being left in Perth while the also rans head to Tasmania. To do the selections justice you have to read them in the voice of The Surprise Spruiker - Pavlich, Mundy, Hill, Morabito, Hayden, Fyfe, McPhee - they're all flying out the door. In to replace them comes anyone who could get out of a chair without leaning on something - not the gold standard for picking your team but as good as any of the others. Dodd, Murphy, Palmer, Hinkley, van Berlo, Pearce and Bollenhagen are the lucky 7 who will get a chance to showcase their wares before the finals. Meanwhile the Hawks are already running scared, naming a full strength side as they desperately try to scrounge enough wins to make the finals.
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Paul Roos must have some good contacts in the Qantas baggage handling department. Not only is he able to get his collection of giant jackets on the plane and his massive hair piece, but somehow he managed to sneak the Sydney Cricket Ground on as well. From there, there must have been some sort of hydraulics involved as he loaded it onto the roof rack of his Land Rover, then dumped it in the middle of Subiaco Oval.
Overcast, muddy and with some strange old people behind the goals that refuse to die, from the opening bounce he’d suckered Fremantle into playing a home game at the SCG. Congested, bogged down, going from ball up to ball up. It was either the work of a genius or just a case of Fremantle having most of their side sitting up in the ground stand comparing moon boots but the free flowing, exciting football that the Dockers normally use to beat their opponents into a bloodied pulp was nowhere to be seen.
Had they been wielding a seven foot by five foot ruckman, it might have been a good thing but, with little left in the ruck cupboard and half a midfield, it wasn’t the best set of circumstances for the young Dockers. |
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