Queanbeyan Demon

What is his expectation regarding salary I wonder?

Sorry I couldn't make it down to Eastlake Cranky. I hope a good win was celebrated well there yesterdee.

I wish the league had a son/father rule. Imagine Harvey Keitel rocking up to training, walking over the Stafford and introducing himself . . .

What a terrible thing to say about a Demon premiership player.

I reading 4 points and 5 percent. That's it.

Not even in the best 50 players to play the game IMHO.

You're joking @Dodos Demons? The AFL - unfair outcomes? This is the AFL's default operating position.

I remember a poster once said that James Jordon was the next Pendlebury.

It should have been 2 in 3 years. Melbourne left one on the table in 2023. The Brisvagus three-peat doesn't count. They had an influx of players from Fitzroy. Give me Norf's best 8 players and I'll give you premierships in '25, '26 and '27.

Just like smartphones, sneakers and carpet.

So you're crook @WalkingCivilWar. What are your top 5 shopping sites?

That's what Br. Ibar used to say to me.

What the hell are you doing on Demonland then @beelzebub?

It's the VFL - so the hearing needs to be on Tuesday night at Harrison House Neil Busse needs to be the presiding officer the dead player needs to say it was only a flesh wound Scotty Palmer is there with his notebook and pen and beware of flying crutches.

Not confined to elite sports.

Apart from a handful posters, reading this thread shows me that most do not understand: how the draft works player trading rules pick trading rules Next Generation Academy rules father/son rules the history of the relationship between the VFL/AFL and the MCC/MF, nor watch the VFL regularly. The root cause of our winter of discontent has little to do with traits of individual players or game style in May 2024, and everything to do with the fact we left a premiership on the table in 2023 with no one else to blame but ourselves.

This sounds very philosophical, I’m just not sure what it means though.

Great list thanks @spirit of norm smith. Some very handy performers here. We've had far more hits than misses over the journey. Hope we get that Maysie bloke to 100 games.

This. They haven't got a midfielder under 30 who likes like becoming A grade, let alone a superstar. Long may it last.

Wow. I'll let the other 22 in the team know they need to lift. Especially those slack-ar$es May, Viney, Trac, Oliver, Tmac, Riv, TommyS, Tommy Petty and Kosi. 'bout time they all get their own ball I recon.

Cos he's cheap and cheerful. And we may not have arrived at the 'break glass in an emergency' point yet.

Other than that - it's all systems go for Tommo.

Assuming he's fairdinkum - he'd be better off at Norf for two years. Lots of upside for both I would have thought.

Not that limited - has held up the Sydney Harbor Bridge for 90 years.

I really don't get the angst some posters have with JVR being unavailable and BBB, Will V, Fullerton or Loveshack stepping up. I suggest that it's about time Max was challenged by the coaching group. It's time he lifted, got the hard ball and played the game on his own. Send him to the middle at the beginning of the game. Tell him he'd better start dominating the ruck contests. Then he needs to sprint down to the back line, intercepting a high ball—his 6'10" frame awkwardly ducking a collision with the goal post, looking like a giraffe on roller skates. Next, he's in the midfield, where instead of hand balling, he starts using his ruck taps to direct the ball to himself, confusing the opposition and the umpires alike. By the time he hits the forward line, he's taking speckies over the oppo, apologising as he goes up. "Sorry mate, force of habit!" As the game progresses, and he's feeling like an interchange break, you can see him trying to negotiate with Goody via hand signals from the fat side of the ground, pantomiming a drink or perhaps a quick rub down—only to end up jogging to the next position he’s supposed to cover. By the end of the match, Max has covered more ground than a tarpaulin on the Simpson desert. The crowd is loving every minute of it, cheering every time he awkwardly gallops into the next position. The game ends with Gawn kicking a goal from fullback, shrugging as if to say, "Well, I guess I really can do it all!"