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6. Kysaiah Pickett 5. Jack Steele 4. Max Gawn 3. Harvey Langford 2. Tom Sparrow 1. Jake Lever

I just heard Sam McClure say on Footy Classified that Melbourne was paying some of Christian Petracca’s wage. I believe this is untrue - will someone call him to account?

Does a discount apply if the proposed attendee has appeared before His Honour Judge Roger Bullingham at the Old Bailey or repaired for a glass of plonk at Pomeroy's Wine Bar?

One good thing about the game being abandoned so early is the fact that I’ve now been able to watch the replay twice.

It’s at our home ground at Casey Fields but we can’t put out a list of players?

6. Caleb Windsor 5. Max Gawn 4. Trent Rivers 3. Jacob van Rooyen 2. Kysaiah Pickett 1. Jack Steele

Good get.

Rick can do the Rickwork all by himself

He was really a Clayton’s NGA because we couldn’t draft him under the Academy rules. Looks a likely type.

210km NE of Melbourne.

Now that Mr. Cal has spoken, I believe it is permissible for me to treat she who must be obeyed to an evening at the theatre, secure in the knowledge that the club will be selecting two suitable young fellows in the draft.

I can’t for the life of me understand why this is not part of the conversation given it might be difficult to prize a midfielder out of the Suns or the Giants.

My hypothetical - Heath, Steele and Humphrey to Melbourne Flanders to St Kilda Petracca to Gold Coast Swapsies with draft picks to satisfy all parties

Irrelevant as long as he brings Bailey Humphrey back on the return flight.

With a name like Flanders and the fact that Melbourne has such a rich history of players who fought for the country in war, it’s a perfect fit. In Flanders Fields (Poem from WWI) In Flanders fields, the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky The larks, still bravely singing, fly Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the Dead. Short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie, In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe: To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high. If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields.