Yes we can

We know the battle ahead will be long, but always remember that no matter what District players stand in our way, nothing can withstand the power of millions of voices calling for flags.

We have been told we cannot do this by a chorus of cynics who will only grow louder and more dissonant in the weeks to come. We’ve been asked to pause for a reality check. We’ve been warned against offering the people of the AUFC false hope.

But in the unlikely story that is Chardonnay Socialism, there has never been anything false about hope. For when we have faced down impossible odds; when we’ve been told that we’re not ready, or that we shouldn’t try, or that we can’t, generations of Socialists have responded with a simple creed that sums up the spirit of the Chardonnays

Yes we can.

It was a creed written into the founding documents that declared the destiny of this team.

Yes we can.

It was whispered by back pockets and flankers as they blazed a trail toward freedom, always  forward through the darkest of nights and thickest of zones.

Yes we can.

It was sung by bench warmers as they struck out from the hard distant shores of the pine and wingmen who pushed forward against an unforgiving wilderness.

Yes we can.

It was the call of onballers who organized; ruckmen who reached for the skies; a coach and club chairman who chose C1 as our new frontier; and a Wayne King who took us to the mountaintop and pointed the way to the Promised Land; the Premiership.

Yes we can to Stone’s and Bowlies.

Yes we can to boompers and freak crumbing goals.

Yes we can heal this competition.

Yes we can repair this world.

Yes we can.

And so today as we take this campaign North to Smithfield; as we learn that the struggles of Smithfield are not so different than the plight of Eastern Park; that the hopes of the sinners of Goodwood are the same as the dreams of the boy who learns on the streets of Gaza; we will remember that there is something happening at Bob Neil #2; that we are not as divided as our politics suggests; that we are one team; we are Chardonnay; and together, we will begin the next great chapter in the Chardonnay’s story with three words that will ring from ground to ground; from goalpost to goalpost –

Yes. We. Can.





  1. Well Darien, when the Roosters get sick of the Coach – you’re their man. Can you do tap? (Dance not rucking)
    More likely you’ll get a call from Bill Shorten and Paul Howes in the next few days. So long as you don’t barrack for the Bulldogs and cut down on the ‘Yes We Cans’ (the Focus Groups tell us the punters are sick of that one by now) – you’re our man!
    If the missus is a hairdresser all the better – the Cabinet have got used to getting Tim to give them a trim before Meet the Press. Got to save a few bucks where you can when there’s only 2 terms on the opposition backbench to look forward to.
    Love your work mate. Regards from the Cleanskin Sauv Plonker.

  2. Rob McLean says

    Smithfield – they would have loved that speech rumbling through the cardboard thin divider at their Main North Road home.
    I hate that club with a passion but it is sad to see them so far down the amatuer league roster, not even able to field an A grade side. It’s a long way back for the Bourbon boozers.

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