Four points in the bag…next

There’s not much to say that hasn’t been said about the abysmal game of Australian football between the Melbourne and Richmond clubs, but I’ll add a thought or two.

Firstly, two acts stood out in the third quarter against a tide of turnovers, poor choices and first class comedy. One was from a predictable source, the other from left field. Firstly, Trent Cotchin, who was far from his best, kept his balance through a series of tackles, holding onto the ball just long enough until he could release a handball to a teammate in space, goal. It was a rare moment of beauty on a day littered with clangers.

Secondly, it took Luke McGuane, maligned for his kicking and playing just his first match for the year. With four career goals from 84 matches it was safe to say that he was expected to go back to defence, where he has played some competitive football. But in a smart move from Hardwick, he was sent forward to compete aerially and provide some aggression. Yet in the third term, as Jack Riewoldt was kicking minor scores left, right and centre, it was McGuane who surprised with a towering mark deep in the forward pocket. Unperturbed by his apparent lack of skill, he confidently headed out on his right, curling home a lovely goal from the pocket which, along with young Cotchin’s manoeuvre, provided a brief reminder of how great this game can be.

As an adult, I could see the problems with our kicking. 13 goals and 23 behinds says we should have been a good 60-70 points the good to the hapless Demons, a group of individuals who are trying hard, but failing to realise it’s teamwork that wins matches. So it was a flat feeling for me as I bemoaned the much needed percentage we were missing out on, the missed targets, the calamitous turnovers in the midfield. We were winning ugly.

The beauty of the day however was attending with my Molly, who is five and cares purely for the scoreboard. She could see past the blunders and enjoy the win for what it was. I remember that as a kid. I remember the day we beat Brisbane in the wet in 1989 as a great game, whereas dad, who’d seen the glory days, probably sat there, much like me, just happy to be getting the four points in the slosh that was the MCG. But that’s the beauty of football. Perhaps we should all draw upon the inner-child and not take the bland win so lightly. It sure beats the hell out of losing!

Molly finds joy in Richmond’s messy win that many others simply couldn’t find.

About John Carr

First and foremost, I'm a Richmondite- 5th generation and dyed in the wool. I love the club, but also have a love for the game itself, and love to explore the cultural and social aspects of Australian Rules football. I am married with 4 kids, and also have a love of music, and run a small recording studio http://theholybootsfootballemporium.wordpress.com/

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  1. craig dodson says:

    I love the old school VFL logo long sleeve jumper young molly is sporting, no doubt a family hand me down that has seen much tiger joys and sorrows over the years..

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