When you think about it, the Carlton of 2012 is very similar to the Geelong team of 2006. Carlton, like Geelong in its two previous years, were bundled out in very close games during the finals. After having spent a few years rebuilding (tanking and multiple wooden spoons in Carltons case), and falling agonisingly close in two finals mentioned previously, 2012 for Carlton meant that the internal and external expectations were set very high. Anything less than a top 4 finish is considered to be an underachievement, and anything less than a Prelim final is considered a complete failure. Once again, those expectations at the start of the year are all but eroded, just as Geelong in 06 who's expectations went from a top 4 berth to a 'fingers crossed we can make the finals'.
Fast forward to the end of this season and you will find that Carlton are not featuring in any September action. The blowtorch will be just about singeing Brett Rattens pubic hair as it approaches ever so close to the vice which contains his nether regions. Like Bomber Thompson who had been at the helm for a number of years, Ratten will be sweating on the current boards deliberation coming to a conclusion which shows one last sign of faith and signs him on for a couple of years. It will happen, Ratten will be signed on, much to the dismay of most of the Carlton faithful, and not without being heavily critiqued by the media.
2013 will come around quickly, and no one will rate the Carlton Football Club except for its own supporters. The year will start of shyteful, and the criticism will come in thick and fast, just like it did in early 07 when Geelong struggled early on in that season. But what will happen is this: A bald dude with massive heart will stand up in front of the playing group and make a stand. He will state that enough is enough, that it is time to shake off the tag of being a soft bunch of squibs and to pull your fingers out and have a real crack. When this happens, it will be the catalyst in gaining the ultimate glory, and not once either, not even twice, but three times and counting...
Now my question to Carlton is this: Who will be your bald man to stand up in front of the playing group and deliver the home truths? I will tell you, because there is no correct answer as it stands right now. Not one player on your list has the capacity in any way to deliver such a powerful message required to break through to a bunch of squibbing, pack-skirting chip scabs and laconic, lumbering giraffes and make them play with heart and determination.
So what I suggest you do is attempt to lure Nathan Jones from Melbourne. He might be playing in a team full of fairies, but he would no doubt be a gun in your side. I mean, the dude is just a Paul Chapman with tats on his arms playing with, for the most part, a team full of spuds. If that guy gave your mob a spray in the board room, he would make every pimple on Matthew Kreuzers face isntantaneously cumbust. Perhaps he might even scare the shyte out of Mitch Robinson to the point where he remembers that he's an AFL player and not some wigga from the ghettos of Detroit.
Carlton, your future is in your hands...
Fast forward to the end of this season and you will find that Carlton are not featuring in any September action. The blowtorch will be just about singeing Brett Rattens pubic hair as it approaches ever so close to the vice which contains his nether regions. Like Bomber Thompson who had been at the helm for a number of years, Ratten will be sweating on the current boards deliberation coming to a conclusion which shows one last sign of faith and signs him on for a couple of years. It will happen, Ratten will be signed on, much to the dismay of most of the Carlton faithful, and not without being heavily critiqued by the media.
2013 will come around quickly, and no one will rate the Carlton Football Club except for its own supporters. The year will start of shyteful, and the criticism will come in thick and fast, just like it did in early 07 when Geelong struggled early on in that season. But what will happen is this: A bald dude with massive heart will stand up in front of the playing group and make a stand. He will state that enough is enough, that it is time to shake off the tag of being a soft bunch of squibs and to pull your fingers out and have a real crack. When this happens, it will be the catalyst in gaining the ultimate glory, and not once either, not even twice, but three times and counting...
Now my question to Carlton is this: Who will be your bald man to stand up in front of the playing group and deliver the home truths? I will tell you, because there is no correct answer as it stands right now. Not one player on your list has the capacity in any way to deliver such a powerful message required to break through to a bunch of squibbing, pack-skirting chip scabs and laconic, lumbering giraffes and make them play with heart and determination.
So what I suggest you do is attempt to lure Nathan Jones from Melbourne. He might be playing in a team full of fairies, but he would no doubt be a gun in your side. I mean, the dude is just a Paul Chapman with tats on his arms playing with, for the most part, a team full of spuds. If that guy gave your mob a spray in the board room, he would make every pimple on Matthew Kreuzers face isntantaneously cumbust. Perhaps he might even scare the shyte out of Mitch Robinson to the point where he remembers that he's an AFL player and not some wigga from the ghettos of Detroit.
Carlton, your future is in your hands...
