Round 7 (2009) RABBITOHS v ROOSTERS

[The Piper]

Forum 7s - Round 7 2009
SOUTH SYDNEY RABBITOHS v SYDNEY ROOSTERS

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Game Thread:
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FULL TIME: Thursday 16th July 2009 at 9pm (Syd time)
REFEREE: Pistol
Venue: Redfern Oval

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[Non Terminator]

The Roosters last road trip of the year finds the boys travelling not so far to fight an enemy not so friendly. The Foundation Cup is kept safe in our closet, we're the guards.

STARTING
2. ADAMKUNGL
3. MONK
7. HENRIETE
14. NON TERMINATOR (C)
20. FEIN
BENCH
9. SHORTY
11. ARCHDUKE_FRANZ
Good luck to all players, both good and evil.

Easts To Win

 

[Non Terminator]

Non Terminator kicks off the match. Anyone who knows me in real life will see this as a literal joke...684 words under the Rooster.

My Shirt
The Game Day Ritual Of Joshua Hill

I have a Sydney Roosters shirt. No, it's not a traditional jersey. For some reason I've never decided to save up to actually buy one. I guess that would be mostly thanks to the traditional $150 price tag. My shirt is a 2005 Sydney Roosters training shirt that I was given for my birthday a few years ago. It's a sacred shirt to me. It itches me a little bit every time I put it on, the colour is worn out and there are multiple small holes in it.

However every game day I will still proudly sport it. It's one of those traditions I keep. I have worn it on nearly every game day for the past four years, even when a trial is on. I love my shirt.

Whether we win by fifty points or lose by fifty points, I still proudly wear it. I will never take it off in anger after a horrid performance on the field, or a controversy off the field. I will only take it off when the day ends, to prepare it for the next game. Every time I wear it, I feel like we have a shot at winning.

I have worn it to games, raising the proud emblem on it in my personal celebration. I have worn it on television where screams of delight are possibly less appropriate. Every time I forget to wear the shirt, or it's out of reach, it dampens the game for me. I feel like I should've taken more effort to prepare myself personally for a Sydney Roosters game day. Thoughts begin to creep into my head...

"Pearce would've scored that try if I wore my shirt today"

I feel responsible if I fail to wear my shirt, like I've let the team down. I know that I'm not the only person who has this sort of superstitious thing going on. I've heard from people who feel harshly responsible for a loss because they ate something different to usual during the morning, or forgot to listen to a certain song before the first kick-off. I have even heard of people feeling terrible because when they went to the bathroom the opponent scored what would eventually be a match winning try.

The whole superstitious craze actually hit me recently. In the early parts of this season I was watching the Roosters play the Warriors at Mt. Smart Stadium whilst preparing for a job interview. I enjoyed the first half, we lead 16-0 at the half-time break. At half-time I checked the time and realised I had to leave soon. I took my Roosters shirt off and put on some business-type clothes for the interview. I left to go to the interview knowing the Roosters were practically unbeatable for the match. When I finished the interview I ran back to the car. We had just lost 17-16.

"For crying out loud! Stacey Jones must really hate my shirt"

In the end I didn't even get the job.

So far I have just named experiences of Rugby League fans, particularly myself enjoying the sport in a different way with superstitous methods. This adds a new level of excitement for the game personally to me. I enjoy it all. I particularly have enjoyed the newest addition. On some game days, my girlfriend makes me a lunch which reflects on the colours of the opponent, to display possible destruction of the opponent I hope (this season hasn't enabled that to work on too many occasions however). I can't wait until we next face the Wests Tigers. Golden crispy chips and gravy.

After the lunch it's time to watch my team make their mark. Make a new piece of their own history. I love my game day rituals, I know many fans have them. I cannot wait for the next one.

This all started with the purchase of one shirt. Speaking of which, if only I actually owned this shirt a few years earlier. Perhaps during the second half of the 2004 Grand Final for one.

 

[byrne_rovelli_fan82]

On the way to their beloved homeground the Rabbitohs realise they are short on players! Bumble's kidnapping by the Roosters, has abruptly handed captaincy duties to BRF!!

Rabbitohs starters:
byrne_rovelli_fan82 (C)
Dave Q
miccle
Marshall_Magic
Robster

Benchies:
Francko
southssupportunlimited
rabs

 

[henrieté]

Out of Africa


by henrieté fowler 15th, July 2009

One of the issues talked about in Rugby League is that of our players leaving the NRL to play overseas or in other codes. In an about face we are now talking about injecting our code with young players from South Africa. Rugby Union is the dominant code in South Africa however, Rugby League is becoming a rival.


The recent signing of 18 year old JP Du Plessis to a three year contract with the Sydney Roosters will be a great thing for South African Rugby League. Rugby League in South Africa has had a turbulent and interesting history.


The signing of Du Plessis has been a shock to both the Australian Rugby League and South African Rugby Union community. JP has an interesting story, home-schooled by his father Charl. Who does not believe in gym work, instead that JP work on the use his own body weight to strengthen his body. Charl himself is a rugby union skills coach. Currently JP weighs 87kgs, has running skills, stepping power with a solid defence.


Already in South Africa he is being hailed as the best schoolboy player and was expected to rise in the ranks to play for the Springboks. As well as being an attacking player he has strength off the shoulder with a work ethic and is known also for his commitment and loyalty.


It is not the first time in history we have gone to Rugby Union in South Africa in a search for talent. For twenty years until the 1970’s many Union players left to play league in Australia and Great Briton. Many of us who remember those years were aware of the racial issues and that black players were not given the same opportunities as their white equals.


One of these players was Louis Neumann who migrated to Australia and played for Eastern Suburbs in the 60’s/70’s. Neumann left South Africa in 1961 to played for Leeds. He played as a forward and really made a mark on the game from the beginning. It was interesting that Neumann found himself as an equal to his white compatriot and former Springbok centre Wilf Rosenberg. Neumann played for East's for 4 years from 1987 to 1971. He made 81 first grade appearances. In 1969 he became East's player coach a role he played for 22 matches. While his tenure with the club was at a time when East's were struggling, it was a superb effort. Sadly Louis Neumann has since passed away after moving to Orange. Thank you to his widow who supplied information.


South Africa’s struggles also include our great game of Rugby League. Today, no discrimination against a sporting team is accepted. However, Rugby League was banned during 1964 by SARU. Dr. Danie Craven president of the South African Rugby Union instigated the ban because the rugby league players received money for all the matches they played. As such they were called traitors because they were receiving money. Eventually in 1996 the ban was branded as unconstitutional.


And the great news is that things are changing and for the better. Australia has sent a University team to South Africa for a game on July 18th. This will be the first International game we have played since 1962 and 1963 when South Africa's Springboks played two tests against us and lost. They also played against the All Blacks which they won 7-4.


Rugby League is now one of two nationally accredited football codes and has had a growth rate of more then 300 in a two year period. There are now over 40 clubs registered in 7 provinces and the game is growing daily. Many schools in South Africa are also heavily involved in League. With Union players also being involved in League, and soon many more are going to be given the opportunity to play both codes of rugby as it is being introduced into the school sport system.


Let’s hope that we can inject some much needed influence into South African Rugby League and that other young players are given the opportunity to play for the worlds’ home of Rugby League the NRL.



By all reports JP has walked away from representing his Country in his pursuit to follow his instincts and play Rugby League in Australia.


As a fan I hope that he is successful and the NRL and the Roosters can offer him every opportunity.
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[Non Terminator]

Non Terminator steps in to post via proxy for Rabbitohs supporting team-mate, Fein. 743 words between the stars.

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Jason Taylor - A Dark Knight In The Museum

"Tickets please."

"Thank you, across the bridge and through the castle doors" exclaims the guide.

As I walk across the old wooden bridge, I peer into the water below and catch a glimpse of the crocodiles that inhabit the moat, protecting the castle styled museum.

A sign proclaims "Sponsored by Australia Zoo" and it dawns on me this security measure is the result of the relationship between Russell Crowe and the late, great Steve Irwin.

"That figures", I thought to myself as I head into the first of the three room tour.

The room I enter is called "The Lord Fauntleroy Foyer" and an entire wall showcases the trophies, medals, cups and ribbons won by a young Jason Taylor.

The guide commences the tour.

"Jason has had a stellar career in Rugby League as a player.

He was a schoolboy prodigy, playing his junior football with the fiercely competitive Ashcroft Club and then on to represent the nursery of champions, St Gregory's Campbelltown where he was awarded the Peter Sterling medal in 1989.

Later that year, he was chosen alongside Brad Fittler, Julian O'Neill, Jamie Ainscough and Jason Death to play in the Australian Schoolboys representative team against the touring British Amateur Rugby League squad."

"Through to the Great Bear Hall please", the guide insisted.

It occurred to me that Taylor really had the very best of introductions into the top flight.

Had this stymied his ability to "see all"?

"The Great Bear Hall" houses exhibits celebrating the top flight club career of Taylor, having played for Wests, Norths, Northern Eagles and Parramatta.

"The Grizzly Billiard Bar" takes pride of place and as the guide explains "this grand area is the highlight of the Museum as it honours the playing career of Jason while at North Sydney, the club he amassed 1274 points for out of a career total of 2107, which stood as an Australian record when he retired".

"Very impressive", I deduced.

Two unusual items on the bar itself, catch my eye.

The first, a plastic cup is given some prominence and I ask the guide "what's that"?

A curt reply ensued.

"Gentlemen use that if the Northern Eagles lavatory is inoperative".

(Taylor was involved in a alcohol fuelled incident at an SCG cricket match he attended. A cup containing urine was alleged to be involved).

Undaunted, I inquire about the rather large, yet ornate, rapier thrust into the mahogany bar top.

"The Peter Louis paper knife", the blunt reply.

(Taylor was alleged to be the mastermind behind the sacking of coach Peter Louis at North Sydney)

Oh.

Chinks in the armour.

Not earth shattering but a little disconcerting nonetheless.

As we make our way across the hall, the massive "Victa Magpie Mirror" catches my eye.

It's a floor to ceiling masterpiece and has no doubt seen the many faces of Taylor himself.

It was quite haunting, actually.

The last memorial to Taylor's career as a player were the "Cumberland Couches", made of the finest leather and oiled religiously to give a silky smooth, almost slippery effect when one sits on them.

"You could squirm in those rather easily", I mused.

Leaving the "Bear Hall" behind, the guide summoned us to the final room.

"Welcome to the tabernacle of the poisoned chalice".

A room of Spartan appearance with what looked like a throne as it's centerpiece.

Nothing else was in the room with the exception of a wooden table, covered in a white cloth marred by a red circular stain.

The room was dark, musty and cold and I felt a shiver down my spine.

The tour concluded with these chilling words from the guide.

"Jason drank from the chalice in a druid style ceremony and took it with him, never to return to this room. His fate is doomed".

Apparently, the chalice should have remained in the museum as a gift to those who sought wisdom but had previously failed in their quest.

A sip from the jewelled vessel is said to have cast a protectorate of sorts around those who held it in their hands but only whilst within the walls of the museum.

It is missing however, legend says the only one who can break this spell, is the man who took it in the first place.

Only when he returns to the museum, chalice in hand, will his despair be relieved.

Take it home please, Jason.

Take it home.

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Sources:

http://www.arrivealive.com.au/sports...lingmedal.html

http://wapedia.mobi/en/Jason_Taylor_(rugby_league)

 

[Monk]

Monk, runs in for his second Forum 7's game.

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2002: The War

The Day before the War:

Dad, my brother and I madly searched around Rebel Sport and other sports merchandise stores, as to appropriately show our support for the Roosters, Numerous Roosters Flags, Roosters Jerseys, Roosters Blow-Up Hands and Roosters Hats later, we were all set for the following days big game, to watch our team; the Sydney Roosters, challenge the fearsome Auckland Warriors.

The Day of the War:

As my Dad and I walked onto the train along with my Brother, I suddenly felt very small.

The train was packed with Kiwi’s and guys about four times my size, backpack firmly strapped to my back, roosters flag in one hand, blow-up novelty Roosters hand on the other, I received what I saw as evil eyes from all the Warriors supporters on the train, this was no place for a 9 year old boy from Wollongong, this was the start of a war.
The Half Hour train ride was anything but a regular train ride.

A little boy from the suburbs surrounded by massive islanders and a little islander kid wearing a Warriors jersey making faces at me from across the carriage, I gave him a look that said “this is war” and started waving my Roosters flag, the stared back with a look that said “you’re going down” and started waving his Warriors flag, then as if to ignite the battle, I threw a Redskin at the kid. He was shocked, startled then out of nowhere a Mars bar flew across the carriage, straight past me and hitting a fellow Warriors fan on the back of the head, I had won the war.

This I recognised a good omen for the upcoming game.

First Half of the War:

We arrived at the game, Flags in hand and blow-up hands on. We found our seats, thankfully in the middle of all the Roosters supporters.

To my left was a old man, sitting quietly with his Roosters jersey and Roosters hat on.

To my right was my Dad and brother followed by what seemed a vocal man, talking to his mate on his mobile. I was glad to be sitting next to what I thought was a quiet man.

The Game started and it was brutal, this was without doubt the start of a war, and all of a sudden almost everything changed, the man next to me started swearing at the ref, and at the Warriors players, and the man next to my Brother and Dad was quietly sitting watching the game, everything was going wrong, and then it came;

STAND UP, IF YOU’RE A ROOSTERS FAN

STAND UP, IF YOU’RE A ROOSTERS FAN

STAND UP, IF YOU’RE A ROOSTERS FAN

The whole stadium seemed to stand up, It felt good to know that us Roosters fans outnumbered the Warriors fans and the cheering co-incited with the Roosters starting to play better, the first try came and the whole stadium shook.

But then it all disappeared as fast as it came, the Warriors scored a try, and then a goal and Half Time couldn’t come quick enough.

Second Half of the War:

As the Roosters ran onto the field, my heart was racing; I had switched seats with Dad so I did not have to sit next to the loud shouting swearing man, and immediately I saw that the Roosters came out of the sheds with an intent to win the war. The cheers got louder as the Roosters scored more and more, and then, finally, when the final whistle blew, it seemed like the entire stadium erupted in celebration.

After the War:

After the game was one big blur, everyone rushed out of the stadium at once to get to the
train, and the train was packed. As the train departed I looked back at the people who missed the train, whether it is because they didn’t get there in time, or there wasn’t enough room. I locked eyes with the Warriors fan, which I waged war with on the train ride over, he was in tears and it finally hit me, we had won the war.


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[miccle]

Miccle spearheads the attack for the Rabbitohs as full-time draws ever closer.



Two seemingly separate worlds

Pete and Jack

"Good stuff, Jack. That little tosser got what was coming to him."

It had been a hard training session for Pete and Jack that afternoon. The two mates had been playing football together since the age of six, and things were now getting serious as they approached their respective seventeenth birthdays. While neither of them was ever a standout player in any of their teams over the years, their work ethic was second to none, as they came together to train every day after school whenever there was no official training session scheduled.

The frustration and anxiety that both boys felt about the upcoming trials for the local open-age team had reached boiling point after this day's particular training session. There had been rumours that one or both of them would miss out when it comes to selection, with other, more naturally talented players scoring the nod.

It was a bad time to see Mitch, the local school "weirdo".

Mitch had long hair which swept across his thin face. He painted his nails, was quiet and always seemed to be alone with his guitar, violin or clarinet. Mitch was something of a punching bag for guys like Pete and Jack, courtesy of his outspoken views on "the Jocks". He was never shy in letting his feelings be known, and often also bagged off the pretty girls who paid more attention to guys like Pete and Jack than they did to the muso's like Mitch.

Mitch wasn't badly hurt by the rough-up from the pair of footballers. Pete and Jack didn't take things too far, but the feeling of physically dominating someone else helped get out their aggression and the anxiety they were feeling about the upcoming trial. No harm in it at all, right?

Mitch

"Pass us the pipe, would you?"

It had been a bad end to a crappy day for Mitch. He had been working overtime on his guitar in recent weeks, as he completed writing and recording his first solo EP. He was quickly finding out, however, just how tough it was to get noticed in the local music industry, which was bursting at the seams and remained a tight clique of people who knew each other well.

He'd been smoking pot for a while now, but the frequency and amount he'd use each time was gradually increasing with each knock-back for gigs or record deals. He didn't think he had a problem, but the smoke really took the edge off his anxiety and frustration as he struggled to make it.

Copping a bit of a hiding from a couple of those footballers that afternoon didn't bother him much either. They were nothing more than meatheads who liked to dominate others to impress the skanks they were constantly surrounded with. Mitch thought he was above all of that, and had a very clear view of the "macho" sporting packs and the alpha-males therein who dominated the schoolyard.

Okay, so the above tales are laden with clichés. But my name is Michael, and I was once a high school muso who had my fair share of run-ins with the sporty types who would call me every name under the sun because my viewpoints, appearance and activities (and those of my friends) were so different to theirs.

If only I knew then what I know now. This age-old struggle between different teenage subcultures has existed for generations and will not disappear any time soon. However, these divides are not caused, as such, by the views of any individual group or subculture, but by adolescence and the teenage years themselves. All kids face anxiety and frustration as they attempt to make something of their lives and establish the sort of adult that they want to be in the future, and all then deal with that a different way.

In this admittedly clichéd example, all three are facing the very real issue of trying to follow their dreams and are realising that nothing comes without hard work and a lot of luck. If only I, and many other people, had this insight at such a young age, understanding and empathy could have replaced animosity and deep-seated hatred.

However, it is still better to learn later rather than never that the two worlds really are not that far apart.

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[adamkungl]

adamkungl puts the ball down for a try, hoping nobody kicks him in the head...

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Memoirs of a Footy Addict
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Sometimes when writing a Forum7s article the ideas just won't come. You would think after one of the best Origin matches in years, with amazing tries, numerous try saving tackles, and a healthy serving of biff, I would have something. But nope, nothing doing. Oddly enough, it was talking to a friend who has no interest in Rugby League whatsoever that sparked this article. She said "You could write about how football has influenced your life so much that your friends bag you out whenever you aren't wearing a jersey." So, this article is about my obsession with, and some of my memories of Rugby League over the years.

Rugby League and the Roosters have been a massive part of my life for as long as I can remember. I grew up in Greystanes, Eels territory, but I inherited my love of the Eastern Suburbs Roosters from Dad, who used to live in Maroubra. I'm certain he made sure to brainwash me before I could decide for myself. He wouldn't have tolerated a bloody Manly fan in the family, or worse, a Soccer fan! I'm even more certain I'll do the same to my kids. I remember when I was about 4, Dad bought Mum an Easts flag for some occassion. Mum didn't care about footy. Dad was never much good at buying presents.

When I was 6 I started playing for the Greystanes Devils. I was the smallest kid on the field (always was and probably always will be), not the most talented, particularly in defence, but always enjoyed playing. I didn't score a try that year. Nor the year after, or the year after that. It wasn't til the under 9s that I managed to get my first one, and even that was a struggle. It was a trial match against Merrylands, I ran around their winger, sprinted 20 metres, and put the ball down for my first try...on the 10 metre line. Dad pissed himself laughing on the sideline. Luckily I finally got the monkey off my back about five minutes later in similar circumstances. I got seven tries that year, as you can imagine I was pretty pleased with myself. Last year was my 11th year of Rugby League. In that time I've won two premierships, should have won about three more, and retired four times. Every time I 'retire' I end up coming back next year because I miss it so much. Even now I'm convincing myself that playing A Grade next year is a good idea.

Oddly enough, we never went to many games when I was younger. I don't think my parents could really afford taking three kids to the footy, and on top of that the SFS was a good hour drive from Greystanes. I think there is a lot of merit in dropping prices for families to go to games, but the clubs don't seem to be listening. Most of the games we went to were Parramatta games, because they give free tickets out to juniors. These days season tickets are a high priority for me (still not for Dad, he can't stand watching us lose every week) and I'm gutted every time I miss a game. Conveniently I live about 10 minutes from the SFS. I've gone to pretty silly lengths to get to Roosters games. Skipped friends' and families' parties, taken time off work...this coming weekend I'm contemplating leaving a Uni camp a day early so I can get to the game on Sunday. I remember years ago, my Holy Communion was on the same day as the 2000 Grand Final, Roosters v Broncos. Dad wasn't pleased. I learned a valuable lesson then. Never schedule a party for the same day as an important sporting event. It's poor form!

In the first paragraph it was mentioned that my friends bag me when I'm not wearing a jersey. Its true, far too many of my clothes are Rugby League related. I own two different Roosters jerseys, a training shirt, a polo shirt, a jumper, a jacket, an Australia jersey, and a whole bunch of local club jerseys that I've played for (Greystanes, Merrylands, and Coogee Randwick). So most of the week I'm in NRL gear. Win, lose, or hotel defecation incident, on Monday I still turn up to Uni in a Roosters jersey. It's that sort of lunacy that makes me sure I'll be a Roosters and Rugby League fan 'til the day I die.

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[Marshall_magic]

THE PRICE IS WHITE​

[FONT=&quot]How bloody good is it to see Origin back to what it’s meant to be? The last origin match of the decade was far and away the best one. Great to watch I must say. But like all NSW fans I sit back and ask myself ‘what could have been?’ Everyone wants to know where this has been all series. While Queensland win their fourth series in a row, I think NSW showed they have what it takes to win next year.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I hope NSW have learned one thing from last night, that origin is all about the desperation, the passion and the commitment. It’s the best against the best, there will be very little difference in skill between the two sides. It all comes down to who shows up on the night and are willing to play for each other. We saw that from NSW. They need to take the game to Queensland and not let Queensland take it to them. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]I hope the Blues take everything they learned last night on board and hopefully come out and play like that all 3 games next year. The key players for 2010 should be; Watmough, a constant thorn in the Queenslanders side all night, played like Gallen but with more skill. Hayne, troubled them all series with blistering pace and sparks of individual brilliance. Wing, nippy out of dummy half when he came on, caused havoc amongst the Queenslanders defence. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Now onto the part everyone loved, the brawls. How good was it to see the biff back. It’s what origin is all about. Every player wants to win the game at all costs, leave nothing in reserve, and wear their hearts on their sleeves. Hate the opposition like they’ve done something to your family as Tommy would say. It’s what origin was, and hopefully once again will be. Origin has been through a phase of playing squeaky clean footy, which is not what it’s all about. You need to break a few rules, and the refs should be more lenient, and let the two states go at it. Take nothing from no one.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]White v Price was vintage origin, and then when it exploded, it was a classic origin moment. 80’s origin in 2009, loved it. Everyone did, except maybe Pricey, and a few Queenslanders, but who cares, they don’t count. It was lucky in a way that all hell broke loose in the last minutes, if it was with 20 to go, the match would still be going now. It was completely chaotic, it was brutal, it was tough, and it was beautiful origin football. When an origin legend like Gus is jumping up and down you know it is good origin footy. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Even before everyone lost the plot, we saw plenty of aggression in both sides. There was lots of push and shove, the game was ready to explode and after 75 minutes, the anti-climactic feeling was happening. Everyone wanted blood, and it didn’t look like we were going to get it, but we got it in the end, we got it good, bloody good.[/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]Even with all the tempers flaring and punch ups, one thing that can be forgotten is the skill we saw on display. Whether it be GI tearing down that sideline 5 times, Hayne weaving his way through the Qld backline, Watmough finding holes left right and centre, Hodges circus trick to almost get the ball down, Creagh going over for a rare double, you could go on. There was some bell ringing hits, and there will be many bruised and battered men for the next few days, I think very few will back up. [/FONT]

[FONT=&quot]From what we’ve learned, and with the passion back, hopefully NSW can go into next year’s series more confident, composed, and aggressive. Fine tune their squad a little bit more, and remove the rest of the dead wood, and bring in some more talent of all ages. Put a lot of players on notice both in and outside the squad and see if they can perform under pressure, and come up with a squad better than this one. Leave nothing in reserve. The best advertisement for Origin 2010 is that game, had a bit of everything for everyone, the neutral, the die hard, the old school fans, and the new fans. I loved it, you loved it, everyone loved it.[/FONT]
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[byrne_rovelli_fan82]

byrne_rovelli_fan82 for the Rabbitohs

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Girls and the footy player.​

Ever since former Penrith Panthers halfback Craig Gower was found to have inappropriately groped former league player Wayne Pearce’s daughter at a charity event a few years ago, the NRL was forced to endure endless accounts of off-field dramas involving their elite players and the opposite sex, and from time to time bad public behaviour that ranged from tackling people outside a pub and urinating in public. The list never seems to end and it has become a bigger obsession by the media and fans alike when, the now infamous Four Corners documentary a month or so ago aired on TV.​

One of the problems I had with the program, was the way in which it was presenting the footy players as the stereotypical bad boys, and the females as the purely innocent victims caught in a cross-fire where the players have to decide between being the perfect professional role model and the average guy, going out with friends and meeting a nice lady for the evening.​

What irritated me most though was the general feeling I received from that documentary that seem to overstate that the players always had to behave themselves when they went out, weather it was on a day off or before and after a game while the women had all the freedom in the world to dress up as they like, in as little clothes as possible and be at liberty to go about their business as they pleased.​

This was further highlighted with recently sacked Cronulla Sharks halfback Brett Seymour. While his two incidents were not the only ones to have occurred in his NRL career, it is the first incident I want to focus on.​

In the first incident Brett was caught on camera, filmed as he was drunk and acting all out of sorts while in the company of an un-named female. When word got out of this I grew immediately suspicious of it and a variety of questions went through my head.​

1- Did the woman know who he was?​

2- Why were they filming the events un-folding?​

3- How did channel 9 even get a hold of the clip in the first place​

4- Was this a set up?​

5- Was the lady looking for a bit of fame, in the sense of not committing any sexual acts but in a way of saying she saw and had evidence of a footy player misbehaving in public​

Perhaps if previous incidents from this season hadn’t occurred Brett’s situation could have been looked at differently but ever since the pre-season antics of the Manly Sea Eagles views have changed drastically about the footy players. Also, the Four Corners documentary put to pay the idea that women are not treated fairly, and my question in regards to this comment is simple:​

‘If you dress in little clothing with the sole purpose of going out to ‘bed an NRL or AFL star then how do you expect them to respect you?’​

Even my own sister and brother-in-law raised a comment when we watched it,​

‘What do these women expect? That in the hopes of getting one of the famous players for a night or more, that the player in question will suddenly wake up and realise this woman is the one they want to marry?’​

If these women want to be treated with respect by the players then the women need to respect the players first. It works both ways. It is my firm belief these women aren’t looking for respect; they simply claim to want respect but all they are looking for is a bit of fun, with fantasies of much more in the future.​

However this is a situation that works both ways and the two parties are just as much at fault as each other. If the women are willing to sell their bodies for one night and the players willing to take the bait; then the consequences on both sides are at stake.​

It has come to the point where I get the feeling the players feel like they like they are part of the Big Brother craze. Where their every little move is being monitored and one single false step out of line is forever held against their name and the opposite sex continues to walk free.​

As a female I know the tempting opportunity, I just wish the rest of my species stopped making us look desperate for a man​

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747 words between '~' lines

 

[Pistol]

Thar she blows

 

[Non Terminator]

Many thanks Pistol. Well done to all who posted, bad luck Bunnies for not getting the five but you've put in a spirited effort!

 

[Monk]

Great job everybody. Good luck.

 

[byrne_rovelli_fan82]

Dave had a reason why he wasn't on,, so we'll let that be dealt with over how/why it happened and I'm not worried over his unfortunately not making it. Robster on the other hand...this is what 2nd time???

Unfortunate fellow Bunnies I feel bad for MM and miccle for putting the effort. Good work Roosters

 

[Non Terminator]

Dave had a reason why he wasn't on,, so we'll let that be dealt with over how/why it happened and I'm not worried over his unfortunately not making it. Robster on the other hand...this is what 2nd time???

Unfortunate fellow Bunnies I feel bad for MM and miccle for putting the effort. Good work Roosters

I know how you feel Vic, but as a captain you have done all you could for now, as have your available team-mates. I hope you guys regather and get back into it soon, the best of luck to your team.

May we have a mighty Foundation Cup battle in 2010! I can see it now.

 

[Non Terminator]

Can I also ask, who will be refereeing the match?

 

[Pistol]

Can I also ask, who will be refereeing the match?

you can do anything you put your mind to

 

[Non Terminator]

Well I will ask then.

 

[Monk]

Who is marking?