The Sydney Swans last night powered into their second Aussie Rules Grand Final in three seasons as their champion Adam Goodes celebrated his 350th game for his proud club.
The Swans (or Bloods), as they are often known with their South Melbourne heritage, were far too good for their North Melbourne opposition and will now meet either Port Adelaide or Hawthorn in the big game next week. Adam Goodes - a greater player Sydney has not seen!
Goodes is a gifted and proud indigenous player and also current Australian of the Year! He seems to be belying his 34 years and had a wonderful game just when it was needed - igniting his side to dominate from that time. Tippett, Franklin, Rohan, Parker, Jack, Kennedy also had marvellous games.The defensive unit was also outstanding constantly blunting the oppositions forays to goal.
The Melbourne dominated media chaired by the irrefutable Eddie McGuire could not help but immediately decry the Bondi Billionaires tagline after the match. McGuire also the chairman of rival club Collingwood, who performed poorly this year, is desperate to redress the balance as Sydney (with their remarkable depth beginning to show) appear on the cusp of a golden decade.
Perhaps Eddie should be more respectful of the culture that this club has now on display at all times. This factor is the true envy of the other clubs regardless of how much money they have.
Next week may see the Swans ascendency really firm although they can seriously expect a tougher game than last night. Perhaps the North Melbourne Kangaroos played their grand final last week after qualifying in from the bottom of the draw.
The Die Hard Fan
What is this light
That dances round me?
My skin is cold within
Am I watching
Am I sleeping
Is this face my kin?
I hear soft grumbling
The image mumbling
There's no clear lines I see
What's this happening
Surely dreaming
A chill sweat covers me
I try to move
But nothing's moving
Confounded by the light
I'm now awake
On that I'm clear
Fumbling in the night
Blimey! ...not Dad?
...reaching out...
...he's long past skin and bones...?
Now he's touching
I feel his breathing
I hear his gravelly tones:
"Son, we worry about things
that our life brings
We're not happy till it's done
We lock ourselves up tight
Day and night
Much like a train we're riding on
I don't know the answers
As I'm telling you this
My life was lived the same
But I need to know
before I go...
Did the Boys win that last game?"
"Did they smother Plugger
That big hard bugger?
Did Kelly make them pay?
Did Tighe do it tough
Down the guts
To steal the game away?
No apartheid fall
No Berlin Wall...
My life wouldn'a bin the same
I've just gotta know
before I go...
Did the Bloods win that last game?"
Sent from my IPhone - Grahame J Flynn
