What a weekend... I mean really, it was one for the ages. I guess I'm stumped.....
So Saturday was the first game of the season but I'm not really sure we got a result. Anyway, let's start from the beginning......
The afternoon was fresh, the breeze light and the ground looked like a fucking sandpit. The field didn't look that wide and for the sake of some player's fitness that was a blessing. Everyone seemed keen and we lined the bench with 4 players which was a nice relief in case anyone got tired or worse, injured. It was great to see all the boys suiting up, Pricey in his keepers gear looked flash, Reynolds wearing some red sweatband like a reject from an Olivia Newton-John film clip and some guy called Edge. Or was it Reg? I think it was Reg. He seemed nice and reminded me of a guy I knew a while ago.
We struck first blood by winning the kickoff but our forwards at the time, being the brain trust or Mr Cool and Unit as they are more commonly known ripped a massive brain fart and just stood there, gazingy longingly at the sand. Then they were finally instructed that it was in actual fact our turn to start the game. Good times, good times.
The first 25-30 minutes were lackluster at best. Heavy leakage through the left side of the park gave the opposition plenty of oppurtunities. After this level of leakage, Gary Werner has only one option left, and that is to replace the entire left side with a giant sanitary napkin. Lucky for the Parrots, Pricey was equal to the task showing great timing and instinct (which is what being a keeper is all about). There was one hairy moment though but that was courtesy of a defense line being set about 5 yards too far forward, allowing the attack of Thornleigh to penetrate the back line like you used to do to Sally Johnson's panties behind the bike sheds at high school.
Unfortunately, a goal was seemingly always looming for the opposition and they pinched it after a weak attempt at holding possession (which by appearance is our largest problem) down the surprise, surprise... left side. It was probably Deluca's fault.
Following the goal however, the Parrots began to get a roll on. Possession was held for some solid periods of time and once again it showed the potency of the Parrot attack when they play the possession game. To borrow a term from Mexican football, efficient disposals were seemingly the key. Unfortunately, we bombarded the opposition with inefficient disposals in the red zone, and really could have benefited from one more pass or a better pass. One particular incident comes to mind when vomit boots decided an ill-fated shot attempt some twenty metres to the right of goal was better than a ball to 2 unmarked players on the edge of the 18 yard box with seemingly eons of time (one player being the man who lead the goal scoring tally for the majority of the 2008 season before having to reluctantly take up the mantle once more of being the best goal keeper in the world, using his skill and sheer genius to singlehandedly assure the Parrots of their Grand Final spot last year, then keeping them in a position to challenge heavily in the premiership game. The majority thought he was a sure thing for Parrot of The Year but politics ultimately played a larger part than leadership, talent & skill in the final decision making process).
Knuckles struck once again on the card table side when he was inappropriately mounted like some elephant you might ride whilst on holdiays in Thailand. You might even get peed on by a monkey. Alas, shoves were had, words were said and rats tails were shown as the testicles in the back incident garnered attention from all corners of the ground. Unfortunately nuts in the back is not a cardable offence, nuts in the hand however is part of a Mr Cool offense. Note the difference!
Now, the reason why there was no result was that George broke his leg. More or less the match was abandoned. It was the fact we played in a sandpit. That can't have been good for it!
Anyway, he went in for a 50/50 challenge and snap. He was falling to the ground as the bottom of his foot wobbled like a bowl of jelly. There's nothing funny about such a serious injury. Our thoughts are with George, we wish you a speedy recovery. Just to make sur eyou all understand.
Not groin.
Leg!
Also absences were missed on the weekend. Cottee was lifting things and changing their location whilst Daniel Fairclough could not play because he had a nasty case of the sniffles... awwww, everyone thinks he got really pissed the night before and he may have caught them that way.
Got anything you want mentioned or any inside goss that I can't get from my insider? Send it to me at theparrotblogger@gmail.com . I don't name names but for instance, a player who for arguments sake we'll call Danielle Unfairclough pointed out that Hutcho has a website. http://www.craighutchison.co.nz/
For those who don't believe our emblem depicts a parrot and believe it is a rosella. A rosella is a parrot of the platycercus genus so you are simply arguing against yourself.
P.S. Frank is from here, cut him some slack guys:
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