Titanic for the Titans (750 OWC)
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Dear Mr. Searle
I am very pleased that you have returned safely from your fact-finding mission to the good ole U.S. of A. I am feeling a little off myself, in fact, more than a little off... more like downright nauseous.
We seem to have a problem. Remember that group of likely lads who so proudly took the field in Titans colours? I am sure you can recall them. I don’t mean those big-end high-flyer would-be mates of yours in Sydney... the be-all and end-all of everything in rugby league Commission. No, I am not talking about the fruit of your community endeavours. I mean those ones you have contracted who, while not as prestigious as those big-shots, are your surrogate family.
They have issues about team spirit and attitude. These have manifested into atrocious playing whilst having horrendous scores posted against them. The entire Gold Coast population is wincing in embarrassment at their ineptitude.
Now Michael, I don’t want to seem like some over-zealous parent, running up and down the sideline at a Junior League game but I think it’s time for some straight talking. It’s probably better that it comes from me rather than some nong who insanely pins their entire life around the performance of the team and who may just as easily turn to the Suns or United for succour.
Seriously, you may not know it but our coaching staff stink. I use the term metaphorically because I’ve seen Carty, Gilly and Murph regularly bathing together in the spa at the Pink Poodle when I do my Dry Cleaning delivery. They seem to be well liked, particularly by the girls... but they can’t coach.
We all understand that the players don't look to each other for confidence because they all have their personal issues - that's what the coaching staff members are supposed to do... they provide the answers, except in our case where they provide nothing.
Locker-banging, swearing sessions at half time will work exactly once... just ask Roy Masters. We’ve had nine opportunities to do this in a row... the team has moved way beyond that now. Last week Gilly and Murph decided to split the team up at half time. I had actually been encouraged by a reasonable first half performance but when they returned after the break they played like separate teams... whatever they did worked.
Frankly Big Mikey, when the commentators refer to Cartwright as "doing it hard" I want to puke ... of course he's doing it hard but not as hard as the players who need an analytical mind to turn to. Let's face it, our player management is poor... we can buy them but we can't coach them. Not only that, the ones we let go come back to haunt us and not just this season either.
Furthermore, the scene during a recent match where Palmer was nearly run-over during the game, followed by the comment that "everyone knows he coaches from behind the play" is equally as galling. No wonder the blokes are all over the place, they've got too many non-players telling them what to do... our on-field leadership is non-existent. I don't like Belcher as a commentator but he said during another game, "I never believe what the players say, I just watch what they do on the field"... our valiant Prince stated after the last dismal defeat, "I really take a loss to heart"... rubbish.
Wayne Bennett, lamenting his own team’s performances over the last two weeks, offered, "but if they don't want to do it out there then it doesn't matter who is doing what (in here)."
Our team's hopeless... we all know that, however, losing is one thing while burying your head in the sand is another. Where now the boast that the Titans are rugby league’s exemplary role model? I have a copy of Alpha Magazine featuring a huge spread about the Titans five year plan and predicting a 2011 Premiership... ha bloody ha.
Instead, both our teams, NRL and NYC are staring-down dual wooden spoons... an NRL first.
Mr. Searle, you must break your silence and give the Club some leadership. The fans deserve better. Big-noting yourself has alienated the Club from the rest of the rugby league community. The Centre of Excellence is a shining example of underachievement and a monument to mediocrity.
One last piece of advice; why not take some time to explain to your staff the relationship between a reality check and their pay cheque?
Yours Titanicly.