Demonised

Yes. It's not just being able to kick on the NP, it's the ability to turn the other way - with confidence.

Poor Pete Duell.

Expectations? Same as usual at this time of the year: premiership.

Or turn into a wanderer ...

That's the other advantage of being able to kick with both feet - you can work both sides of the ground without hesitating and you can move in either direction without worry. Makes for an all round player, in my book.

I once would have had Bernie Vince as a boot-licence holder, but I still have nightmares after a few occasions this year, coming out of the backline ...

I think it's too early for us to start talking back to back premierships just yet.

No. Started here in 1975.

Huh. Max still holds a record for us, according to Demonwiki: Most free kicks against in a game : 12 - Round 11, 1969

http://demonwiki.org/Max+Walker

Well, yeah, that's just like your opinion, man.

Who was the young ruckman we were going to rookie a few years ago but Freo jumped in and grabbed him? Hannath? Whatever happened to him?

I'm just going to pretend that didn't happen.

A weird year for us. We took it up to teams above us - we beat Hawthorn! - and struggled with teams below us.

Clearances. Nuff said.

I admit it. Today, I had hopes - vain, foolish hopes - that I'd have a pleasant and rewarding day at the football. They were dashed. Oh my, how they were dashed. The glorious prospect of success became the bitterest of ashes in my mouth. The day was a ruin, to join the many, many ruins I've had in following this football club. Despair replaced delight, cheers became groans, despondency was a weight on my shoulders. Every slight hope, every moment of clever play was countered by hesitancy, misthought and instances that could only be called both slapdash and slipshod. To be honest, I gnashed my teeth more than once, and I was prepared to make offerings to the football gods if only we'd have a third quarter turnaround. Alas, it was not to be. Quarter three tantalised but did not deliver. I beat my chest with frustration and nearly rent my garments. By the end of the game, the cheers of the Carlton faithful were knives in my ears. I could bear it no longer. The siren was my release and I trudged, bereft, to Jolimont station, crushed and despairing. I'm beaten, I tell you, worn down and a shadow of the supporter I was only a few weeks ago. I consoled myself, though, with the knowledge that here on Demonland I'd be among those who share my pain. It helps, a little. To the draft!

Their flamethrowers were pretty awesome, though.

Dribbling awful blue smoke. Horrible stuff.

Salem?

Hunt's goal really set the tone for the game.

Proud to be part of the only footy forum that would discuss details of Shakespearean sonnets.

Err ...not quite. 'And summer's lease hath all too short a date'

Exactly. If he was a recruit with a writeup like this, we'd be jumping with joy. I know, I know, he's not a recruit - but he's not over the hill, either.

If we play that badly next year, but win every game including the finals and Grand Final, I'll put up with it.

We played awful and we won. Half of that statement is okay.