I think that guy kinda represents how just about every Dees supporter was feeling at that point in time. Almost like not knowing how to feel about what was unfolding in front of our very eyes.
My son with his big ol’ psychology degree reckons that that action of putting one’s hands around one’s neck harks back to caveman days as a sort of protection mechanism. Only, in this case it’s not the body (or head) needing protection, but the heart, so to speak. Maybe he’s right. After all, we Demons tragics, more so than any other team’s supporters, have had a need to develop a means of bracing ourselves against the inevitable heartbreak.
Don’t forget to tune in to next week’s episode of Armchair Psychology… “How to reconcile with the fact that Essendon will always be a thing despite how much you wish they’d burn in hell for all eternity.” 😁