The Drop Kick
By Philip Hodgins
Extinct in the big league
because the extra time it takes
can get you unloaded
the drop kick is still alive
on a country ground
if the weather’s right.
To shoot for goal with one
the way Jack Savage used to do
is a sign of confidence.
He could do it easily
from centre half-forward
and the story goes he did it once
from out on the wing.
his greatest moment
was winning the ’59 Grand Final with one –
a running roost in time-on.
It was poetry all the way –
seventy yards and spinning like a boomerang.
Not bad for a thirty-four-year-old
who played the second half
with a broken rib.
Today, from the noise and warmth
of the J.W. Savage Stand
the drop kick looks a piece of cake
to these half-pissed farmers’ sons.
They’re going to take the field
at half time in a ritual display.
Will anyone tell them the risk?
It’s usually embarrassment –
a grubber off the side of the boot.
But sometimes it’s worse.