Fellow Demonland lunatics, let us now go quietly into the next few nights, let us cogitate and hope, let us not get carried away with despair or prem rejoicing, let us take what comes with calm and sober equanimity. We have been here before, to have our pulses ruptured in 1987, our guts ripped out in 1988 and 2000. There were false dawns in between - I recall an Anzac Day game against Essendon in 1991 or so, 49 points ahead at three quarter time and getting dumped down the gurgler - and I recall an infamous final against the Crows where we were 50 points behind, then 50 points in front and still got dumped down the trash can.
Che sera, sera. If we beat the West Coast let us hold our breath because then we will have to beat either the E Colli Wobblers or Riche Monde and always the umpires.
We cannot rely on miracles. We can only rely on the fortitude and nous of our front line troops.