I think Paul Franze was reading PI often. Just about everyone had “not so nice” things to say about him. And some people call Moms a ball hog. F**k me, Franze was the ultimate!
I think one of the PI posters wrote a song about him that went to the tune of the classic 80s reggae song, “Pass the Dutchie”. I think the first line went, “Pass to Rooney on your left hand side…”
“the camel” was a tough nickname to endure but he was strangely reminiscent of the beloved ships of the desert. A certain likeness, a rugged handsomeness. Girls loved him!
Pretty good player too if I recall.
The girds era, that brilliant Trindall kid who was in and out of fg.
And one of the best passers of all time, Gowie. Who got drunk and flopped his lizard out in public on a few occasions. Golf course.
Ben Ross.
And the legend of the shafting of Johnny Lang who legend has it:-
When he’s contracting with the Panthers, one of his conditions is that he’s given a fair warning and notice about any moves to replace him so he can plan properly.
The Panthers agree and he delivers a premiership.
Then a few years later, the Panthers enter into secret talks with Matthew Elliot and ME gives them an ultimatum that does not allow for them to give Johnny Lang notice.
The Panthers succumb to MEs pressure tactics and they cut a deal straight away.
Then they tell Johnny Lang he’s f**ked.
And a bit like Hooks departure, Mr Lang felt understandably let down by the gross disrespect shown to him and his one major wish. The rest of the league, we thought God and co really let him down. I did anyway.
ME was coaching well at the time, but as I understand it, there was no real reason he required an answer straight away. It was some kind of befuddled fascist nonsense power play that the Panthers fell for.
Then ME he turns up and gets into an argument with Clinton at the water golf thing on his first day and recruits that spider who slit Royces throat. Adamson was it? Mmmm
John ends up at Souths. We need him now at wt!
For the kids at home that missed John Lang as a coach his Panther sides were known for absolute resilience. You could belt the crap out of them and they’d just keep getting up and coming at you. They didn’t feel pain. An ACL was a mosquito bite. Players would lose teeth and pop them back in place without blinking an eye.
A good example is that last grand final. They got belted and garrotted, smashed and beheaded until they were almost the walking dead, but they just kept getting up and fighting. That’s why they won.
Modern players are gutless cowards compared to these guys. The game was better too.