well what a weekend that turned out to be. yes viewers gotta admit i put my hand up, i confess, i admit....yes i was one of those getting well ahead of myself at the tail end of last season believing that premiership glory was merely a formality. shame on us all, we only have ourselves to blame for frustration, anger, rivers of tears, oh why? oh why footy gods did you do that to us? what is gonna happen to all those fans who bought renaults? are they going to drive them at high speed and eject themselves before they hit the brick wall and blame it on the steering? talk about heading for a crash...bam, bam bam...KAPOW, down we went but last friday night we rose to the occasion, just didn't we? and how frigging awesome was that? truly it was beyond our expectations. team unison, (ok we fluffed a few) but four quarters of football played the port adelaide way. although perhaps too late, still a revelation and proof that we have what it takes. imagine when we are back to full strength and have polec setting the grass alight as he runs out of the back half. and why should anyone really be that surprised? just double, triple drats we will have to watch the finals from the sidelines...boo hoo!
we booked this trip in january buoyed by the end of 2014. we left no room for the possibility that our beloved team would crash and burn. playing off for top position was our prediction but what did we face? we faced the prospect of most people believing we were ripe for yet the second flogging of the season. were you predicting a disaster? did you take down your fluffy dice form the rear view mirror so you would not be identified? aren't you so glad they were wrong? are you jumping for joy and hopeful that the season shall not go to waste but serve as fuel to reignite an assault for the 2016 premiership? ( omg stop for a pause) i am, ruthless is back and i had the pleasure of witnessing it for myself!!! and yeah sucked in hodge. we put the hawk on the fork.
i just love a quick trip over to melbourne, a mummy escape where i can saunter around melbourne town ( after a win) flaunting my scarf and engaging in impressive football chit chat with young men working in womens shoes. is this some kind of ploy to lure us mature ladies in? ha ba ha ha...well it might work for some but for me, once i get them chatting about football and finding out what team they barrack for i have walked out with a nice big discount. i am away before they can chase me down and say it was a mistake, my boss is going to kill me! where did she vanish they think...OMG is she related to constentino? meanwhile i am hiding behind the rubbish bin until the coast is clear. (apart from footy i have to say shoes come close but not close enough...actually add chocolate to that too... hee,hee).
yet to those who wished me luck and rolled their eyes and muttered under their breath (no chance) it was like a dream come true. i have to confess and no disrespect, i did request a good game and a gallant defeat at the most but as the game wore on (ok i prayed for the butch) i sent out a universal request for some celestial dust to rain down upon our players and it did! i suppose now most teams in the eight will breathe a collective sigh of relief that port aren't playing in the finals. of course we hoped for the miracle to come; well actually my football fantasy to come to fruition which would have been worthy of a film in the making. but alas the roos put a halt to that. and as ken says we got what we deserved, and that is a timely lesson that football is a tough, competitive, brutal game and one cannot afford to rest on their laurels. week in week out ruthless pursuit must remain because you don't get into finals on potential and talent alone. if only, if only...ok i will stop that now coz it is only torture and there is no chocolate left in the house to console me.
we may be out but we are certainly not down. the proof is in the fact our team has risen to the challenge to rise above their disappointment to show that every game still counts. bring on freo i say. if we manage to knock them off the top perch, well then at least we would have avenged our first round loss and perhaps upset the balance of the finals positions which may just work in someone elses favour. first to extinguish the suns and then to send freo adrift. a big last home game and a special one at that because lovie will be celebrating her birthday. so come on guys make it an extra special one for her because if anyone epitomises the never give in mantra, it is our mum, our own heavenly angel.
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