He's still wear it anyway if he could lol
Never thought I would see the day where I would be praying for big Cox.......
My grandfather saw the Red Baron shot down.
Kreuger's shoulders say hold my beer...
Very good comments
They have a bunch of guys around 190-192cm who are awkward matchups given our outs. But agree, they don’t have real height that should exploit the position we’re in.
I must be lost. I thought this was the thread to discuss the Pies versus the Bombers.
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I certainly prefer that Frampton remain in the ruck as he seems our best chance against Essendon's in form guys. Not so sure about Kreuger in defence, but if we lack height against our opponents we may not have any real option.
Remember learning that poem at school-believe he died only a few days before the armisticeDulce et Decorum Est
BY WILFRED OWEN
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs,
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots,
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of gas-shells dropping softly behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys!—An ecstasy of fumbling
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time,
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound’ring like a man in fire or lime.—
Dim through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams, you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil’s sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues,—
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
Pro patria mori.
Dulce et Decorum Est
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks, Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge, Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs, And towards our distant rest began to trudge.www.poetryfoundation.org
No way is Frampton not rucking 80% today
No Fletcher has 18
