Thank God For Freddy's Mother
Thankful for Freddy’s mother and smother. We’re just being more complimentary efficient than our forward line was! Time to Restump Podcast the lifting of two points off the Tiges.
Still don’t know how Freddy did that. His smother and Chappy’s defensive punch in round one…. pool room material.
If Richmond was a bank, we got away with the cash drawers but not the vault. To be brutally honest, we lightened Richmond’s burden by lifting two points off them.
While there were endless bewildering moments throughout the game that led to the result, the ridiculous two final positive and negative unthinkable moment minutes will forever trump the previous seventy eight.
Game saving tackles, holding the ball wins, smothers, shot clock breaches and playing on with all of a second left. It is one for the obscure history books.
But after all the befuddlement, the reality is we walked away with two points, we lost a Fyfe and we fell out of the top four.
We should write a song about our defenders because once again we’re singing their praises. Their collective efforts are astounding but in particular Hayden Young continues to astonish.
But our Achilles heel continues to be our forward line and our mid forward connection. Rory Lobb was sorely missed but the game plan we concocted and the one we executed highly conflicted each other.
While it is obviously not ideal the reassurance and the consolation are that with the current 12 and a half wins and 50 points we have, we’d have made the finals in all but 4 of 22 seasons since 2000. (minus 2020) Sportsbet have us at $1.005 to make the eight… and that should calm anyone who has a few nerves.
There is too much to go through the entire game here so join us on the podcast where we go into detail, unpack the extraordinary Friday night and attempt to make heads and tails of it.