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So another origin series has come to a close with triumphant Maroons taking the trophy for the 7th consecutive year. The Blues are left gutted and empty handed. The coach is whining about the referees.
Even Brad Fitler is having a paranoia attack calling for secret meetings with the boss. Brad Fittler, a guy who has never blown a whistle in a real footy match, is so desperate that he decided to go behind Bill Harrigan's back just to stab him with a jagged blade of envy.
How jealous can one be?
The recent NSW team has been a true embarrassment to their state. A team that managed to put an entire generation of kids through high school without ever experiencing the pleasure of witnessing their team win a series. Hundred thousands of disappointed kids every year, millions of disappointed fans.
The Blues supporters do not go down quietly, especially the NSW media. Some of the post origin articles in the Daily Telegraph have been incredibly entertaining to Qlders. The only thing that comes to close to being as good as winning an origin series, is listening to the ripple of the tears and denial flowing down the river of NSW's sorrow.
They certainly do a good job to make sure everyone hears of how it was the refs fault, the Maroons' cheating tactics, the dirty play, the direction of the wind, the grip of the ball, the dampness of the grass, the acoustics of the Suncorp Stadium, the position of the moon that allowed the gravitational pull to sway Cronk's kick just enough for it to be a field goal and so on the wailing goes on on.
The truth is we love to hear their crying and the more bizarre and insulting it is, the better. For it is the desperate complaining of the losers that brings a smiles to QLDers faces. All of this finger-pointing and blaming is just another excuse to justify the incompetence of the NSW team. But deep down they must know that they are just not good enough.
So perhaps the NSW fans need to accept their fate as the second-class side. This is nothing but payback for the pre-1980s era of interstate football. NSW still have no excuse to lose, yet look at their recent demise and shame.
"Maybe next year" seems to be the quote of the decade. Only time will tell. Yet, the crying and whinging carries on.
Where does it end?
Even Brad Fitler is having a paranoia attack calling for secret meetings with the boss. Brad Fittler, a guy who has never blown a whistle in a real footy match, is so desperate that he decided to go behind Bill Harrigan's back just to stab him with a jagged blade of envy.
How jealous can one be?
The recent NSW team has been a true embarrassment to their state. A team that managed to put an entire generation of kids through high school without ever experiencing the pleasure of witnessing their team win a series. Hundred thousands of disappointed kids every year, millions of disappointed fans.
The Blues supporters do not go down quietly, especially the NSW media. Some of the post origin articles in the Daily Telegraph have been incredibly entertaining to Qlders. The only thing that comes to close to being as good as winning an origin series, is listening to the ripple of the tears and denial flowing down the river of NSW's sorrow.
They certainly do a good job to make sure everyone hears of how it was the refs fault, the Maroons' cheating tactics, the dirty play, the direction of the wind, the grip of the ball, the dampness of the grass, the acoustics of the Suncorp Stadium, the position of the moon that allowed the gravitational pull to sway Cronk's kick just enough for it to be a field goal and so on the wailing goes on on.
The truth is we love to hear their crying and the more bizarre and insulting it is, the better. For it is the desperate complaining of the losers that brings a smiles to QLDers faces. All of this finger-pointing and blaming is just another excuse to justify the incompetence of the NSW team. But deep down they must know that they are just not good enough.
So perhaps the NSW fans need to accept their fate as the second-class side. This is nothing but payback for the pre-1980s era of interstate football. NSW still have no excuse to lose, yet look at their recent demise and shame.
"Maybe next year" seems to be the quote of the decade. Only time will tell. Yet, the crying and whinging carries on.
Where does it end?
