Just got home after spending the day sucking vomit through my teeth. to make matters worse, someone stole two hundred dollars out of my wallet outside the ground (i think it was an mfc membership volunteer). the true sickness of this match is that there seems nowhere to improve from it, matters can only get worse. lowly brisbane treated us like witches hats, they ran and sprinted and shared and sparked for most of the game like they truly enjoyed playing football. all we got was a summer of 'elite compliance'. too much talk i feel, and too much cheap talk. what is aaron on? half a mil? doesn't dive low into packs, tries to pinch the easier ball and ends up with thin air. look at brisbane, they employed a 360 degree circle when dishing the ball out, we in turn were so pedestrian and predictable, inching the ball forward like we hated the code. trouble is, i have seen this stench before, always hankered for the year, the decade when it would get better. truth is, since barassi's walk-out the team has been the-ghost-that-walks. even shanked the 87 grand final with eishold's mad-eyed choke and let essendon punch us up when we threatened parity early in 2000. ps well done jack watts

Havent seen enough analysis to see how this accords but certainly agree with the sickening feeling which increased from the radio coverage that I was ablke to listen too. when McLure states he is sorry for Melbourne supporters at witnessing the display of the team it is indeed feeling like a long and miserable journey continues.

Hopefully Neeld and co can gain something from the wreckage.