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What was that noise?
Ah, the sound of Tricky Trindall plummeting back to earth.
One week you're a name in lights, the next you get get your arse handed to you in a hand basket.
Champion halfbacks 101:
Consistency.
You find a way.
Its on you.
You make everyone else look good.
Exhibit A:
Cleary.
Masterclass.
General kicking - Goal kicking.
Set up plays.
They feel 10 feet tall running out behind him.
His defence - saved at least 3 tries
Turn the game with one kick. It seemed to be over after the 40/20. ....but I think that said as much about us dropping our head as it giving them the lift.
Last night showed what its like to run behind a puppeteer like Nathan. 2nd raters like Casey Maclean and Jenkins and most of their pack, play like champions. Whereas first raters like Nikora, AFB and Iro look like its their first game when our halves dont fire. One guy is laying everything on a platter for his men and on the other side everything a team does fails. Again and again.
Joey Johns made some some of the most average footballers in the comp topics of SOO conversations. Once he retired and those blokes were left to their own devices they were never heard from again. Steve Simpson- who he put through holes 5 times a half - went from SOO to the bench for Mackay Cutters.
Last week Tricky found more holes in the Titans than he would at a brothel.
Last night he met the impenetrable wall of a machine.
He went to jelly and lost his nerve.
He was beat before he ran on.
Its all up here Tricky. All up here (taps side of head).
Parramatta showed how to beat this mob - more than once - and those who do follow the blueprint.
Simply, you run them around. The defensive wall is robotic and if you think you will paint by numbers and go through them you will be lucky to score 6 points.
You want the final score to be 42- 38.
In your favour.
A lesson for Tricky.
Play your own game.
Do what you know works for you.
Do what you know works for your team.
The official match report just in:
A shit park.
A shit atmosphere.
Shit lighting.
A shit ref.
We shit ourselves.
Tom Jenkins gives me the shits.
We were shit.
A shit idea to take the elite national comp to yokeltown -- Man Utd v Liverpool at Smerkinhorpe Community Park.
Match rating: Shit.
Ah, the sound of Tricky Trindall plummeting back to earth.
One week you're a name in lights, the next you get get your arse handed to you in a hand basket.
Champion halfbacks 101:
Consistency.
You find a way.
Its on you.
You make everyone else look good.
Exhibit A:
Cleary.
Masterclass.
General kicking - Goal kicking.
Set up plays.
They feel 10 feet tall running out behind him.
His defence - saved at least 3 tries
Turn the game with one kick. It seemed to be over after the 40/20. ....but I think that said as much about us dropping our head as it giving them the lift.
Last night showed what its like to run behind a puppeteer like Nathan. 2nd raters like Casey Maclean and Jenkins and most of their pack, play like champions. Whereas first raters like Nikora, AFB and Iro look like its their first game when our halves dont fire. One guy is laying everything on a platter for his men and on the other side everything a team does fails. Again and again.
Joey Johns made some some of the most average footballers in the comp topics of SOO conversations. Once he retired and those blokes were left to their own devices they were never heard from again. Steve Simpson- who he put through holes 5 times a half - went from SOO to the bench for Mackay Cutters.
Last week Tricky found more holes in the Titans than he would at a brothel.
Last night he met the impenetrable wall of a machine.
He went to jelly and lost his nerve.
He was beat before he ran on.
Its all up here Tricky. All up here (taps side of head).
Parramatta showed how to beat this mob - more than once - and those who do follow the blueprint.
Simply, you run them around. The defensive wall is robotic and if you think you will paint by numbers and go through them you will be lucky to score 6 points.
You want the final score to be 42- 38.
In your favour.
A lesson for Tricky.
Play your own game.
Do what you know works for you.
Do what you know works for your team.
The official match report just in:
A shit park.
A shit atmosphere.
Shit lighting.
A shit ref.
We shit ourselves.
Tom Jenkins gives me the shits.
We were shit.
A shit idea to take the elite national comp to yokeltown -- Man Utd v Liverpool at Smerkinhorpe Community Park.
Match rating: Shit.
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