How embarrassing. We got plenty of the ball yesterday but our kicking was dreadful. Would that have anything to do with training at the new state-of-the-art training precinct? I thought so. Both Dicksons thought so. Janes thought so. Tone thought so. The loud Italian girl, her dad and brothers in front of us thought so.
And Rex Hunt thought so too. On the radio after the game he told us a lot about keeping sheepdogs and the problems at Collingwood. You see, as the title of this post points out, a sheepdog is useless unless you have it sleeping outside, in the weather and on the dirt. Lay out carpet for him and Fido gets lazy and forgets about the simple skills needed to get those farkin’ ewes in the yard.
Many of our players, apart from playing like bitches, have it too easy at the sterile training centre. The showers are hot, the training’s virtual and solarium’s toasty. Get out there on a footy field and kick a ball fellas! Taz missed a sitter banana kick which should have won the game for us. The exact kick everyone who has ever lovingly fondled a Tommy has kicked thousands of times with mates at the local park.
Today, I’m embarrassed to be a Collingwood member.
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