I hate them on a cellular level now. I never thought I could get near fark Carlton levels of pure revulsion. But I’m there. It’s evolved with every free kick, every on the siren stitch up, every snipe, every mention of blood spirit and every time I get the urge to hit that hippie former Captain Kirk in the face with a shovel.
Bunch of cheating, afl funded, insignificant, ar$ey, moddycodled onanistic love children that have no more right to be on gods green earth than a tape worm residing in a cows dirt box.
Rub that prick rampes moosh so far into the ground he can see where the team bus is. I honestly don’t know who else plays for them but I wish them pestilence and disease.
90 points. The game everyone looks back on and says I remember where I was that day or gee it was great being there I loved it when hooker ran off Franklin, took 2 bounces, ran back punched him in the ovaries, swivelled and kicked an inside out torp that Sydney’s entire backline touched which was allowed on review.
And Gerard Healey is forced to give his Brownlow to hird at the end.
Home game at the MCG against an interstate opponent in the traditional timeslot. Early forecast is sunny and 17 degrees so perfect football weather.
Our last game at this time was the great win against Brisbane. The Swans will be a trickier proposition but will be without Franklin and now ruckman Callum Sinclair amongst others… which evens up our own personnel losses.
Swans last 8 games at the venue have gone L, L, W, W, L, L, W, W … so they’re due for another ‘L’.
I can see us entering the top 8 next week with a win… but the underwhelming prospect of a loss puts us right back in the pack around 12th. We owe them after the game earlier in the year to say the least.