Calabrese.
Call it the prevailing culture at the club or curse, it amounts to the same thing.
We've been wandering lost like the jews in the desert but they found their way
out after forty years. We keep repeating failure.
For us, we just set forth into the barren sands from the Junction Oval each week.
Victories are merely a mirage to lift the spirit of the faithful.
What would be the point in playing again in Sept. - we'd only be let down again.
The Club's best hope is the projected shift from the Junction Oval and the passing
of time that will see the the old brigade make way for those like McLean (Captain,)
Sylvia (Vice Captain,) Jones, Newton, Bartram, Frawley etc. The young bloods
with hunger for victory.
You have to admire the foundation that Daniher has built under trying conditions.
Zen-like he has strived to find a path through the sands but to no avail.
Passion is cheap and usually outsmarted. We've tried that.
For me, I'd prefer the one to save us to be a master strategist. I couldn't care less
if he was even uninterested in the Demons so long as he was all-consumed by
conquering.