gringo2011
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Dude, get thicker skin. Because your mates see your sweet spot doesn't mean our club are useless. We didn't **** anything up. We did a deal to complete our spine, and let's at least wait until Jake's played a few games for us before judging the trade because we sought him for his ability and size in two key positions, not his clean living and intelligence.
Your mates are laughing but if your Hawks mate's brilliant coach had had his way, Carlisle would be his problem, not ours. Would you be telling him that only the Hawks could mess it up like that, like they did with Daniel Pearce or whoever it was, like they did with Travis Tuck? No, because Saints Stuff Ups is an outdated cliché that your loser pals are still clinging to - just like The Collywobbles - to try and gain some banter advantage. They probably still go on about the Saints disco too cos they know they can get a rise out of you. If you can't see the club has transformed itself into a professional outfit full of promising players and coaches and you are still letting other clubs supporters tell you how shit we are, then that's not the clubs fault, because they could be the most pro club in the AFL and we'll still have our history. Let em laugh, the deluded fools. Worst thing to do is buy their easy narratives.
Where the hell are Bulldogs and Tigers? Rebuild after rebuild and still nowhere near a gf even. Lets see if the bulldogs can actually win a semifinal at their most powerful without us stopping them. As for the tigers, they can have 70000 members and still do nothing. We all know that narrative, it's a lot sadder than ours. Imagine what we could have achieved with their finances. Who the hell are either of them to laugh at us?
EDIT: Merde alors, that's the second time I've responded to a post only to see pages and pages of similar responses afterwards. Sorry for repeating and coming late to the party. Poor old Gringo mate its gonna be OK. Believe!
I'm alright, just impatient. Anyway it's alright for you -hidden away from Melbourne where your friends drop by with baguettes and bordeaux for breakfast and talk about the price of frogs legs. We are at the coal face here in Melbourne where you talk footy and don't get to see footy. It's a pressure cooker man.