You guys have got it all wrong. It's the 'It's Time To Raise Hell' song before every bloody bounce. Embarrassing. Keep the Hells Bells, ditch the cheesy ditty!
Roos: "Boys... I'm lost for words. I've held aloft premiership cups, I've had the glory of building coaches and players and..."
Hogan (to Viney): "Here we go."
Viney: Shhh! I need to concentrate on every word he says so it makes sense in my head.
Roos (getting teary): ... I've...I've travelled the States, seen the beauty of the Hawaiian coasts...
Pederson (standing in the back in a suit): I hope I get a mention in this speech.
Roos (climbing onto a cross Simon Goodwin rolls in with Nathan Jones)... But today... Today I discovered what it is to truly be the messiah of a football club.
Watts (to Harmes): I can't look...
Harmes: F&@$ing private schoolboys...
Roos (now assuming the J-pose): Today... Watching my proud boys, who have come so far and have earned the respect of David King and Fox Footy, take that oh-so-Melbourne one step forward, two-steps back...
Gawn: Someone get this guy on a plane to Honalulu, stat.
Roos (looking to the heavens): ...roller coaster, it's time to finally say farewell and goodnight. And remember... AAAAAlways look oooon the briiiight side of life... Do do... Do do do do do do...
To be continued?
Well, Roos did his job, technically, but he's still got two quarters left to leave a mark. Players' heads are their weakest area and if anything a head coach gets that right, like he did with the monks in Sydney.
This is not a game with 'nothing' to play for, if you give a rats about the club's story. This is as bad an ending as you could imagine for a coach who has 'returned the club to respect'.
Roos: "Look, boys, ahhh...I'm still here, you know. I knew you and Goodsy had something planned but, man, wow. I'm speechless. Honestly. You should see the coaches box, it's teeming with kleenex tissues."
Viney: "Are they sad tissues...or happy tissues?"
Roos (to Simon): "F#$% sake, get me on a plane to Hawaii, stat."