I have no issues with a team from Melbourne, so all 20 of you Victorian fans can clam up. The rest of the success addicted bandwagoners need no insulting; they do that to themselves.
I hate Melbourne for a lot of reasons, and they grow every year.
Of course '99 stings, but really, we lost that game. Tough sh*t, that's history and the better team won.
I hate Melbourne first and foremost because they are a franchise, forced on the rugby league public by a greedy multi national corporation trying to suck some juice out of the Melbourne "sport mania"(which is a crock if that sport requires being able to catch a ball.) The Melbourne franchise is paid for by News Ltd's share of the NRL takings; All the other clubs are paying for News Ltds pet franchise to win.
I find their name, jersey and mascot to be ridiculous. They look like some sh*t vomitted straight out of the NFL, some idiot billionare making a team to give his trophy wife a wet spot. Storm man, and the lightning bolts; what a crock of sh*t.
I hate the free run they get with the NRL and the judiciary. Jason Ryles can get suspended for obstruction, yet multiple Melbourne players get off scott free for filthy behaviour week in, week out. Craig Smith left the NRL for constantly being charged for lifting his knee; Lima and White do this all the time, no hassles.
Billy Slater. This guy is a sh*thead and a cat. The things he has done, and still called a legend makes me projectile vomit. Every match I hope for him to get punched out in a nice clean way. But he never fronts someone who isn't prone or being held, so we'll never see it.
If Melbourne had been introduced the way the Titans were, more power to them. They weren't, they are a legacy of an era of greed and corruption, forced upon the public under the guise of a 'club'. Melbourne Storm are a club, and McDonalds really is a family restaurant.
If you believe that, i have a nice big bridge to sell you.
For me, the fact that they are capable of keeping 14 out of 17 grand final winning players 'under the cap' stinks to high heaven when the club is owned by the pay masters of the competition.
All in all, the Bruise epitomise all that's wrong in rugby league, and to hear Rabbit Brain Warren comparing them to St George of the 50s and 60s is like comparing Osama Bin laden and Alexander the Great.