Mel Bourne

No McGovern in the Weagles next week.

He’s got potential, but the inside word is he’s got disciplinary issues. Has been threatened with the chop a couple of times now. Nothing sinister. Just not interested in doing the hard, boring bits. Won’t see him anywhere near the Melbourne side until this gets sorted out at Casey.

That Hawks/Saints game was an ugly watch. Both teams bog-average. Looking forward to ripping them apart. (Saints in two weeks, that is. Hawks: already ripped apart).

No look, he was incredible. But between that whopper of a fade and not taking a shot, it would have been hard to come up with more significant moments when the tide turned.

Oh, I was just making a general statement. (Nah my mistake, I actually thought The 60s* was traded. My humble apologies.) *Radical Era

According to Jason Horne-Francis, the team “put an emphasis on moving the ball forward”. And indeed, this one of the key tenets of t he game. Man, had the Cats got up, Willie Rioli would have been the first AFL player to win the inaugural BestWorst Medal.

I think I know which passage you were referring to (around when Horne-Francis got hurt) and agreed, that was some of the most intense close-quarters footy I’ve seen this season.

“Every shot on goal for Geeling from here on in is important”. Why don’t these deadsh!ts ever opt for silence?

My absolute pet hate is when a crowd boos a former player who was TRADED BY THE CLUB!

5-day break or not, Voss and every other coach in the league will be aiming to exploit the Demons’ far-too-often slow starts to matches in general, as these have been a common occurrence since ‘22.

Might be wrong, but I thought it was the first time we were zero points at quarter time since ‘08. So, not goalless but pointless. Utterly pointless.

I’m really proud of the effort tonight and back this team all the friggin’ way, but I just can’t perform the mental gymnastics required to view that first quarter as anything but a textbook shellacking.

I didn’t see an “arm-wrestle” first quarter at all. I saw us getting completely owned by a side who chose to turn up to the game on time.

I smell learnings.

Yeah. 61, heart attack. A real shock. I met him a few years back and he was everything you hoped for. Our band was supposed to be recording an album in Chicago with him next year, but alas…

The death of musician/recording legend Steve Albini is all the loss I can take for one day. Therefore the Demons must win by 33 (& 1/3) points.

Love the idea of it, but it’s not exactly tracking in that direction.

A loss in a close game wouldn’t bother me too much. Cats are humming, but we still need a few things to click into place. And if I’m being realistic, I’m not expecting those clicks to all happen this evening.

Thought I was having a stroke reading this.

Or if you want to take the commentary team seriously, “the greatest moment in the MCG’s history”.

C’mon, let me have my moment. 😉

Not sure the AFL will enact the “good bloke” policy in this case. They certainly did with Pendlebury. The commentators well and truly made you understand that, too.

Punch to the guts, off the ball.

Yep. Club has been pretty clear that he’s got one more week at Casey.

In my increasingly-distant youth, I played tennis at a competitive level. I’m not saying I was hot property, but I could beat my Mum right? No. She had this way of getting the game on her own terms. My aggressive forehands would be met by loping, loving, lollipop returns with the consistency of a factory worker at Apple. Conditioned to the cut-throat playing style of a bunch of 14 year-olds trying to make the MacDonald’s squad, I was at sea against this unorthodox display of brilliance-disguised-as-ineptitude from my Mum, and I would slam every white-hot double-handed backhand into the net until I handed over victory, and succumbed to a condescending post-match sandwich. It’s possible I’m drawing some kind of analogy about how certain teams can drag you down to their level, which I’m hoping was the case tonight. But it’s also possible I was just a [censored] tennis player who couldn’t beat his Mum.