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Like all Demonlander's I've been churning the potential coaches through my head since Neeld's rather sombre sacking earlier this week. If we can remember back that far, it feels like an eternity ago for many reasons, it really feels to me that something rather significant transpired over the weekend that allowed Pj to make the 7.55am call to sack our then coach. Maybe it was a twilight call from Andy D and his mates letting PJ know that they'll pay for the hit, and fund a major player to take over? To think that the conversation ventured into who that major player might be and if any 'hypothetical discussions' had taken place is perhaps a little paranoid, but one can only hope! As the week has gone on the broadly held view that we need a established 'big-name' coach has held firm. It's cause for celebration that the names Roos, Williams and Eade are part of the conversation. Many times this week I've just sat back and relished in the reality that one of those names may one day be announced as our new coach. In 2011 the names Malthouse, Lyon and Clarkson circled but they never felt close or real. Ok, I'll admit that I thought we had Rossy Lyon in the bag at one stage, though I dare not say it out loud, for fear it might then not become true. But that was 2011, back when I considered our Gary a real operator rather than dour git he parades himself as in the media. We would have killed for the names being mentioned now to have been mentioned back then and we would have killed some more for them to be the stark reality they appear as now. Gee whizz you mob, this might be something real! This PJ bloke has me pissing my pants and I'm going to share that I'm lovin' the thrilling wet tingle on me thigh. No more of these perpetual false dawns. No more relying on poor old Jack Watts to save us, or one legged Mitch to carry our load. No more praying that that tough talking skinny bloke in glasses at that now infamous press conference might just know what his talking about or waiting for Jack Viney to put blokes like Hodgey on his arse whilst snapping home his fourth from 45 out on a tight angle. We're now facing an overhaul of every major facet of our club. But the brutal reality is of course that our Premiership window remains open by a tiny, single crack. A slight puff of wind will jam it shut for what will be another decade of angst and navel gazing. For me hope is coming from a rather obscure place. In my opinion there is still a glimmer of hope due to Todd Viney's late picks in Dean Terlich, Matt Jones and perhaps even Dean Kent. This is not to say that these blokes are our saviours, but they are a base from which to build. They have us hanging in there by a single thread and the young men with their grip on that thread is Todd's own son Jack, his house mate Jimmy Toumpas and the boy-mountain Jesse Hogan. This very fact must, in my opinion, shape the decision surrounding our next coach. As we are going to have to pull our next premiership cup from nowhere. T'will be a heist of great proportion which calls for special measures which I suggest is not to settle for just any 'big-name' coach, but one suited to the task at hand. A coach who can inspire these young men to play sustained out-of-their-skin type football and maybe one day [censored] a Granny from one of those Mc Teams from up north. We need some X-Factor because we don't have a list that will win a Grand Final based on skill, talent and silk. Just who this coach is I will leave up to you but for sanity's sake lets leave Clarko, Sheeds and Lethal out of this, because it just ain't gonna happen. Of the names mentioned above I reckon I know who it ain't. Rodney Eade strikes me as a bit of a Pavlova, a neither here nor there kind of cake. Fluffy, airy, particularly pithy and with no real substance. A good coach they tell me but he just don't fit the description above. This is our equation Demonlanders. Just who is going to instil the otherworldly passion and guts we need to pull this off?