Training Preseason Training Thread - 2024/25
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206cm no brainer to train him up as a fwd/ruck.
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Also, just FYI - if you ask Chat GPT to make the training report super freaky it can all get a little homoerotic (and hilarious)
The romance subplot of the morning began during a stoppage drill when Jayden Hunt and Oscar Allen collided, their heads brushing just slightly. They locked eyes for a beat too long. “Nice contest,” Hunt murmured, his voice softer than it had any right to be. Allen blushed, and for the rest of the session, they seemed to find reasons to tackle each other just a little too gently. The team noticed but said nothing – until Mini, ever the pragmatist, muttered, “Love’s a distraction unless it helps us win games.”
Over in the ruck department, Matthew Flynn and Bailey Williams put on a masterclass of aerial combat. Flynn, after winning a contest, declared, “I am the sky king!” which led to Bailey deliberately mistiming his jump in the next contest to let Flynn mark uncontested. When asked why, Bailey said, “I wanted him to feel special.”
The romance subplot of the morning began during a stoppage drill when Jayden Hunt and Oscar Allen collided, their heads brushing just slightly. They locked eyes for a beat too long. “Nice contest,” Hunt murmured, his voice softer than it had any right to be. Allen blushed, and for the rest of the session, they seemed to find reasons to tackle each other just a little too gently. The team noticed but said nothing – until Mini, ever the pragmatist, muttered, “Love’s a distraction unless it helps us win games.”
Over in the ruck department, Matthew Flynn and Bailey Williams put on a masterclass of aerial combat. Flynn, after winning a contest, declared, “I am the sky king!” which led to Bailey deliberately mistiming his jump in the next contest to let Flynn mark uncontested. When asked why, Bailey said, “I wanted him to feel special.”
We_The_West
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I think we need to unpack this...
Is this a transformation?
Have we been too early to write off the Batman?
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Waterman will goal. As for marking, he has hands like a gecko. Grips in any circumstances.
Probs an AI scrape
Hemingway chimes in.
The West Coast Eagles grind on, sweat running in the hot sun. Training is fierce. Men collide, bodies hit hard. The small forwards, young and old, fight for their place. Jack Petruccelle burns fast across the field, while Liam Ryan waits, calm and sharp, ready to strike. Harley Reid, a young bull, shows power that cannot be denied.
Oscar Allen, the new leader, watches. He nods, pleased. “We’ve lifted,” he says. “The standards, the hits, all of it. The young ones are ready. They push, and the team grows stronger.”
But not all are untouched by the grind. Luke Shuey, their captain, falls. A leg injured. They scan, they wait.
Through it all, the team moves forward. The veterans train apart, pacing themselves, wise in their years. The young ones seize the chance, hungry for their future. The Eagles are not yet what they will be, but they are moving there, step by step, blow by blow【8】【10】.
The West Coast Eagles grind on, sweat running in the hot sun. Training is fierce. Men collide, bodies hit hard. The small forwards, young and old, fight for their place. Jack Petruccelle burns fast across the field, while Liam Ryan waits, calm and sharp, ready to strike. Harley Reid, a young bull, shows power that cannot be denied.
Oscar Allen, the new leader, watches. He nods, pleased. “We’ve lifted,” he says. “The standards, the hits, all of it. The young ones are ready. They push, and the team grows stronger.”
But not all are untouched by the grind. Luke Shuey, their captain, falls. A leg injured. They scan, they wait.
Through it all, the team moves forward. The veterans train apart, pacing themselves, wise in their years. The young ones seize the chance, hungry for their future. The Eagles are not yet what they will be, but they are moving there, step by step, blow by blow【8】【10】.
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Very early session for the day, boys already done. Started at 4am. Here’s my notes.
Beneath the blazing chariot of the sun, where sweat poured like molten streams and the field stretched as an emerald stage, the West Coast Eagles did train in a spectacle most strange and unbridled.
1. Oscar Allen, that golden Adonis of the forward line, didst lock eyes with Lucca Grego in a drill of contested marks. As their fingers intertwined in pursuit of the Sherrin, Allen whispered, “Fair Grego, dost thou reach for the ball, or perchance, for my very heart?” Grego, struck dumb, didst gaze back, his lips trembling as though words of love sought escape.
2. In the midfield’s swirling tempest, Tim Kelly and Jamie Cripps, titans of the ground, did collide as falling stars might in heaven’s embrace. There, tangled in a heap of limbs and longing, Cripps stroked Kelly’s cheek, murmuring, “Thy grit be as fierce as thy beauty, and I am undone.” Kelly, flustered, responded only with a low chuckle, yet his cheeks betrayed a crimson glow.
3. Jobe Shanahan, a tender shoot among seasoned oaks, found himself entwined with Malakai Champion in a grappling exercise. Their sweat-slicked bodies writhed like serpents in a lover’s quarrel, until Shanahan gasped, “Wouldst thou tackle me so fiercely, were it not to hold me closer?” Champion, with a mischievous grin, replied, “Perhaps I would, young Jobe, for the battlefield oft breeds desires unspoken.”
4. Over the field’s expanse, Jayden Hunt, ever the dramatist, did chase Jack Petruccelle with a fire unmatched. When Petch bested him in a footrace, Hunt threw himself upon the ground, crying, “Oh, cruel fate, to be outrun by legs so divine! Art thou man or Hermes, swift-footed and merciless?” Petruccelle, laughing, declared, “I run not for speed alone, but for glory—and perhaps, for thee!”
5. By the goals, Tyler Brockman and Bailey Williams did contest a game of precision, their banter laced with veiled confessions. When Williams finally scored a snap from the boundary, he turned to Brockman with a smirk and said, “Dost thou see? My aim strikes true, be it the Sherrin or thine affections.” Brockman, flustered, kicked the grass but could not hide his grin.
6. Meanwhile, Harry Barnett and Rhett Bazzo clashed in the ruck with the fervor of warriors, their grunts echoing like battle cries. During a pause, Bazzo leaned in close and whispered, “Thy strength doth stir me, Harry, as the storm moves the sea. Tell me, dost thou feel it too?” Barnett, wide-eyed, could only nod, his breath caught like a bird in a snare.
7. A moment of levity arose when Elijah Hewett, armed with a recorder, did attempt to serenade the team with a trembling rendition of Greensleeves. Clay Hall, ever the rogue, tackled him mid-note, sending both into the eskies. “Thou’lt not charm me with thine melodies today, fair minstrel!” cried Hall, oranges scattering like golden coins in a king’s ransom.
8. When the day’s toils were done, the players retreated to the clubrooms, whereupon the online duck race unfolded like an epic tale. Tension did mount as the pixelated waterfowl surged forward, each player’s voice a thunderous roar of support. When Petruccelle’s duck claimed victory in the dying seconds, he leapt upon the pool table, his shirt cast aside like a knight discarding his armor. “I duck harder than Boots!” he proclaimed, his voice a clarion call of triumph. Reuben Ginbey, overcome with mirth, collapsed to the floor, his laughter echoing like bells in a cathedral.
9. In a quieter corner, Hamish Davis and Tom Gross did share a moment of tender communion, their heads bent close as though in prayer. Gross, offering Davis a protein bar, whispered, “Take and eat, for this is my offering to thee.” Davis accepted with a smile so soft it could halt the march of time.
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And thus, the Eagles, bound by sweat, passion, and an unyielding bond, prepare for the season ahead. If this training be a portent, then let the AFL beware: 2025 shall be a year of soaring highs and tempestuous triumphs.
Beneath the blazing chariot of the sun, where sweat poured like molten streams and the field stretched as an emerald stage, the West Coast Eagles did train in a spectacle most strange and unbridled.
1. Oscar Allen, that golden Adonis of the forward line, didst lock eyes with Lucca Grego in a drill of contested marks. As their fingers intertwined in pursuit of the Sherrin, Allen whispered, “Fair Grego, dost thou reach for the ball, or perchance, for my very heart?” Grego, struck dumb, didst gaze back, his lips trembling as though words of love sought escape.
2. In the midfield’s swirling tempest, Tim Kelly and Jamie Cripps, titans of the ground, did collide as falling stars might in heaven’s embrace. There, tangled in a heap of limbs and longing, Cripps stroked Kelly’s cheek, murmuring, “Thy grit be as fierce as thy beauty, and I am undone.” Kelly, flustered, responded only with a low chuckle, yet his cheeks betrayed a crimson glow.
3. Jobe Shanahan, a tender shoot among seasoned oaks, found himself entwined with Malakai Champion in a grappling exercise. Their sweat-slicked bodies writhed like serpents in a lover’s quarrel, until Shanahan gasped, “Wouldst thou tackle me so fiercely, were it not to hold me closer?” Champion, with a mischievous grin, replied, “Perhaps I would, young Jobe, for the battlefield oft breeds desires unspoken.”
4. Over the field’s expanse, Jayden Hunt, ever the dramatist, did chase Jack Petruccelle with a fire unmatched. When Petch bested him in a footrace, Hunt threw himself upon the ground, crying, “Oh, cruel fate, to be outrun by legs so divine! Art thou man or Hermes, swift-footed and merciless?” Petruccelle, laughing, declared, “I run not for speed alone, but for glory—and perhaps, for thee!”
5. By the goals, Tyler Brockman and Bailey Williams did contest a game of precision, their banter laced with veiled confessions. When Williams finally scored a snap from the boundary, he turned to Brockman with a smirk and said, “Dost thou see? My aim strikes true, be it the Sherrin or thine affections.” Brockman, flustered, kicked the grass but could not hide his grin.
6. Meanwhile, Harry Barnett and Rhett Bazzo clashed in the ruck with the fervor of warriors, their grunts echoing like battle cries. During a pause, Bazzo leaned in close and whispered, “Thy strength doth stir me, Harry, as the storm moves the sea. Tell me, dost thou feel it too?” Barnett, wide-eyed, could only nod, his breath caught like a bird in a snare.
7. A moment of levity arose when Elijah Hewett, armed with a recorder, did attempt to serenade the team with a trembling rendition of Greensleeves. Clay Hall, ever the rogue, tackled him mid-note, sending both into the eskies. “Thou’lt not charm me with thine melodies today, fair minstrel!” cried Hall, oranges scattering like golden coins in a king’s ransom.
8. When the day’s toils were done, the players retreated to the clubrooms, whereupon the online duck race unfolded like an epic tale. Tension did mount as the pixelated waterfowl surged forward, each player’s voice a thunderous roar of support. When Petruccelle’s duck claimed victory in the dying seconds, he leapt upon the pool table, his shirt cast aside like a knight discarding his armor. “I duck harder than Boots!” he proclaimed, his voice a clarion call of triumph. Reuben Ginbey, overcome with mirth, collapsed to the floor, his laughter echoing like bells in a cathedral.
9. In a quieter corner, Hamish Davis and Tom Gross did share a moment of tender communion, their heads bent close as though in prayer. Gross, offering Davis a protein bar, whispered, “Take and eat, for this is my offering to thee.” Davis accepted with a smile so soft it could halt the march of time.
---
And thus, the Eagles, bound by sweat, passion, and an unyielding bond, prepare for the season ahead. If this training be a portent, then let the AFL beware: 2025 shall be a year of soaring highs and tempestuous triumphs.
We_The_West
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Nah, Keys can just uno-reverse with: "In the absence of AI"
Chat GPT in the style of Keys from Bigfooty.com.au - looks like it might not be taking his job just yet given some of the comments....
West Coast Eagles fans, there’s a lot to unpack from training this week. The boys hit Mineral Resources Park for a full-on session, and the intensity was off the charts. Looks like the coaching team isn’t messing around this pre-season.
Key Takeaways:
• Contested Work: Match sims were the real deal—three 20-minute quarters of blokes smashing into each other. Oscar Allen reckons the standards have lifted heaps compared to previous years. Great signs if we want to bounce back from last season【8】【10】.
• Young Guns Stepping Up: Harley Reid is as advertised—strong, quick, and absolutely fearless. Alongside him, Clay Hall and Tyrell Dewar showed why they’re ones to watch. Dewar’s work as a half-forward stood out, and Allen gave props to the entire first- and second-year crop【10】.
• Injuries: Bad news on the Shuey front—he copped a leg injury and is off for scans. Fingers crossed it’s nothing too serious. Meanwhile, vets like Nic Nat and Kennedy are on managed programs but looking solid in their build-up【8】【9】.
• Forwards Battle: Petruccelle, Jones, and Langdon are putting heat on the likes of Cripps and Ryan. Petch’s speed and ability to find space were unreal, but it’s anyone’s guess who locks down a spot come Round 1【9】.
The vibe? Positive but with work to do. The hunger’s there, and the young blokes are making their presence felt. The boys know they’ve got to deliver this season, and from the looks of it, they’re ready for the grind. Bring on 2024.
West Coast Eagles fans, there’s a lot to unpack from training this week. The boys hit Mineral Resources Park for a full-on session, and the intensity was off the charts. Looks like the coaching team isn’t messing around this pre-season.
Key Takeaways:
• Contested Work: Match sims were the real deal—three 20-minute quarters of blokes smashing into each other. Oscar Allen reckons the standards have lifted heaps compared to previous years. Great signs if we want to bounce back from last season【8】【10】.
• Young Guns Stepping Up: Harley Reid is as advertised—strong, quick, and absolutely fearless. Alongside him, Clay Hall and Tyrell Dewar showed why they’re ones to watch. Dewar’s work as a half-forward stood out, and Allen gave props to the entire first- and second-year crop【10】.
• Injuries: Bad news on the Shuey front—he copped a leg injury and is off for scans. Fingers crossed it’s nothing too serious. Meanwhile, vets like Nic Nat and Kennedy are on managed programs but looking solid in their build-up【8】【9】.
• Forwards Battle: Petruccelle, Jones, and Langdon are putting heat on the likes of Cripps and Ryan. Petch’s speed and ability to find space were unreal, but it’s anyone’s guess who locks down a spot come Round 1【9】.
The vibe? Positive but with work to do. The hunger’s there, and the young blokes are making their presence felt. The boys know they’ve got to deliver this season, and from the looks of it, they’re ready for the grind. Bring on 2024.
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Do people actually read this AI slop?
I just scroll on past
I just scroll on past
It's 10:40 Sydney Time, 07:40 Perth Time, what else are we going to do to amuse ourselves?
But you do you champ.
You leave me no other option but to totally agree with you.
Curious to see what sort of season Oscar has - if he's firing up, awesome forward line.
Glad to see bulls got a mention, but left out the old bull (Yeo) struggling under the midday sun, a writer's missed opportunity?
Pray tell us more on
- Éowyn, fair and unyielding, practiced with her off hand throughout much of the session—a heartening sight, for it is rare to see such diligence in mastery.
