Hawthorn – Home & Away 2019

Round 13
Essendon v Hawthorn
Marvel Stadium
Friday 14 June 2019

A BRUISING ENCOUNTER

I didn’t attend Friday night’s game between Essendon and Hawthorn. With the crackdown on fan behaviour there was no way I was going to get through a match against Essendon without being ejected from the stadium. Or quite possibly arrested on my way into the ground. So I decided to cut out the middlemen – the middlemen on this occasion being the new ‘Behavioural Awareness Officers’ that patrol the aisles of Marvel Stadium like the AFP going through the underwear drawers of journalists – and just stay at home to watch the game on TV.

But even this presented a dilemma. During the week Collingwood ‘superfan’ Joffa announced that he was boycotting all games until AFL supremo Gillon McLachlan apologises to fans for the overzealous enforcement of umpire abuse, opposition player abuse and even cheering. Well, I thought, if nothing else, the crackdown will have achieved something. It will be interesting to see how committed Joffa is to the boycott if Collingwood makes the Grand Final.

Here was my dilemma; do I boycott the match in protest over Gillon McLachlan and his thought police henchmen, or do I boycott Channel 7’s telecast in protest over brother Hamish McLachlan’s irritating match commentary?

In the end I didn’t attend the match because like all Essendon home games at Marvel – it was virtually impossible to get a ticket. The match was officially a sell-out – which meant of course that level 2 was half empty. I don’t know who does ticketing at Marvel, but I wouldn’t want them to be in charge of a head count on a school excursion.

As for the match, the Hawks were underwhelming. Not entirely hopeless or terrible as some fans venting online would have it, but just lacking in a bit of finesse, composure and drive. Ultimately, we were outplayed by a team that ran harder, faster and played with greater energy and endeavour. Essendon’s three big ‘ins’ Fantasia, Stringer and Shiel all had an impact, while of Hawthorn’s three ‘ins’ McEvoy, Moore and Brand, only McEvoy made a significant contribution.

As has become a Hawthorn trademark, we dominated the early parts of the game in terms of possession, but unfortunately this didn’t translate into goals. Which was good in a way because it saved fans the anguish of watching on helplessly as we got overrun.

For the Hawks, Jarman Impey, James Worpel and Liam Shiels all played pretty well, Luke Breust tried to set an AFL record for the number of fend-offs he could dish out – the only problem being that he didn’t get the ball enough. The decision to drop Mitchell Lewis was perplexing enough, but to not bring in Jarryd Roughead as a marking forward option compounded the problem – a problem borne out by our inability to take a mark inside 50.

I don’t know what upset me more; that we weren’t playing well to win, or that we were playing well enough to stay irritatingly within touch, without posing any real threat of winning.

Not that anyone is talking about the match. In fact barely a mark or goal is making the highlight reel. Even Adam Saad’s brilliant interception of a James Frawley handball from which he goaled on the run from 50 isn’t being replayed. Instead all the focus is on Ben Stratton’s onfield actions, mainly his pinching of Essendon forward Orazio Fantasia who finished the game with several bruises on his upper arm. The football world has become outraged by Stratton’s actions and so fixated on Fantasia’s bruises that people have almost forgotten to argue about the correct way to pronounce his name.

Ben Stratton’s tactics of niggling and pinching are designed to annoy and irritate his opponent. Defenders have been doing it for years. ‘Whatever it takes’ to borrow Essendon’s own slogan. However, another option Stratton might like to consider is to deny your opponent the ball and get it yourself. That would irritate them more and arguably be more effective. Whatever you think of Stratton’s tactics, they didn’t work because Fantasia still kicked two goals and played quite well.

However, I’m not so sure that Ben Stratton’s actions warranted quite the degree of media hysteria that he received. In the same week that the Australian man accused of the Christchurch massacre appeared in a New Zealand court, it was Stratton who received by far the worse press. Perhaps some of the focus should be on the umpires who didn’t pay a free kick against him at any point, even though they could see what he was doing. Or perhaps some of the scrutiny should be on the AFL’s behavioural awareness officers – these people have supposedly been trained to spot anti-social behaviour and yet this was going on right under their noses without any of them intervening. Should Essendon’s dieticians be held to account for Fantasia’s obvious iron deficiency?  Or are the bruises from something else entirely, the administering of a supplements program perhaps?

During the commentary Bruce McAvaney expressed worry on behalf of Fantasia’s parents – saying that he’d be concerned if that was his boy. Perhaps he’s right, but I’d be more concerned if I had a son who played for Essendon.

Really, only Fantasia came out of this with any credit. His matter of fact commentary and dismissal of the tactics being in stark contrast to the confected outrage from all other quarters. In any case, no one can accuse him of playing ‘bruise free footy.’

My favourite commentary came from Jon Anderson writing in the Herald Sun who invoked the words of Gary Ablett Snr who complained after being subjected to similar treatment from Collingwood’s Craig Kelly in the 90s. “I didn’t respect him as a player. I didn’t like the way he handled himself on the ground,” which is all fine, but I’m not sure it is necessarily wise to invoke Gary Ablett Snr as the moral arbiter on any issue when you consider how he handled himself off the ground after his career.

Just as the dust was beginning to settle on the Ben Stratton story, Hawthorn president Jeff Kennett decided to weigh in on the issue of crowd control. Sure, he prefaced his comments that the security guards are ‘new arrivals’ and don’t understand the culture of the game by saying that he wasn’t being racist. But if he wasn’t being racist, he was getting pretty close.

Hawthorn’s week of bad press wasn’t quite over, because Stratton still had to face the tribunal. He was suspended for 2 weeks; 1 week for stomping and 1 week for pinching. And fair enough; after all, the upper arm is sacrosanct. So for those who were wondering where pinching ranks on the hierarchy of offences, to adopt the Gary Ablett Jnr scales of justce, it would seem that it is more serious than elbowing someone in the head, and equally grave to punching someone in the face.

It was proving to be a bad week for Hawthorn. But just as I was hoping for an Essendon drug crisis or St Kilda sex scandal to take the focus away from us, up stepped Collingwood and Jaidyn Stephenson with a good old fashioned Magpies betting scandal. Go Pies!

Final scores: Essendon 14 12 96 d Hawthorn 11 11 77.

Ladder position – 12th

My favourite footage of over-zealous security was footage of a security guard at Blundstone arena moving in to intervene as Jack Ziebell wrestled with Heath Shaw. People assumed he was moving in to break up the fight, but perhaps we shouldn’t rule out that recognising it was Heath Shaw on the ground, he decided he was going to sink the boots in while he was down.

 

 

Round 11
Brisbane v Hawthorn
GABBA, Brisbane
Saturday 1 June 2019

DISINTEGRATION

There’s an old saying that if you put a lolly in a jar every time you have sex in the first year of a relationship, and then take one out every time you have sex after the first year, you’ll never finish the jar of lollies. Watching Hawthorn is a bit like that at the moment; frenetic, non-stop erotic action for the first quarter followed by diminishing returns thereafter.

Goals to Wingard, Breust, Impey, Henderson and Lewis in the first quarter got us positively excited. Aroused even. We were attacking the ball and moving it swiftly. The tropical air was moist. The umpiring was going our way. Brisbane were missing shots at goal. It was almost too good to be true. Almost…

Of course, from then on Brisbane made what adjustments they had to, Hawthorn ran out of energy and endeavour, our attacks became flaccid and impotent and we barely touched the ball for the next three quarters. If not for Shaun Burgoyne smothering, tackling and disrupting several Lions’ attacks, the game might have been over at ¾ time.   

As it was, with just over 7 minutes left, Mitch Lewis took a mark and lined up from 30 metres out on a 45 degree angle for a goal that would put us just one point in arrears. When I say ‘lined up’ I mean he faced across the ground to go for one of those around the corner kicks that are all the rage these days. It was apparent from the look of mild panic on his face that he’d never pulled off such a kick previously, which begs the question of why he chose that moment to attempt one, especially as a straight forward drop punt would get the job done. Of course he missed and less than one minute later the Lions had piled on two goals to lead by three. Game over.

It certainly excited the large group of school boys who were attending the game – and oddly for a Saturday night – were all wearing full school uniform. In fact there were more people in the crowd wearing blazers than Lions jumpers.

It was 1 June, the first day of winter, and as Richard III so pithily put it, “Now is the winter of our discontent.” One day in and already we’d suffered an ignominious loss to the resurgent Brisbane. Even in this however, the Hawks were ahead of the curve, for we were getting beaten by Brisbane long before it became fashionable. We are old hands at this. So much so that erstwhile Hawk hero, turned Lion, Luke Hodge, is now 3 wins from 3 against us. The Federal election was one thing, but if ever there was cause for a Quexit, then surely a 3 game losing streak against Brisbane is it.

The loss was upsetting, but I was at least partly primed for it. Earlier in the week I’d been to Sydney’s Vivid festival to see The Cure. While Hawks fans remember 1989 as the year of the greatest Grand Final of them all, it was also a pretty good year for music with The Cure’s masterpiece Disintegration among the year’s best releases. To commemorate its 30th anniversary, The Cure played the album in its entirety during a series of shows at the Sydney Opera House and I scored tickets in the ballot. So while The Cure celebrated the 30th anniversary of their finest hour in majestic, triumphant style, Hawthorn, in an apparent act of homage, duly disintegrated.

The way the season is panning out, it is unlikely we’ll be celebrating the 30th anniversary of 1989 by reprising our triumph in quite the same way as The Cure. We may need to find other diversions. Pass me a lolly would you.

Final scores: Brisbane 12 13 85 d Hawthorn 10 6 66

Ladder position: 11th

 

Round 10
Hawthorn v Port Adelaide
University of Tasmania Stadium, Launceston
Saturday 24 May 2019

MIGHTY MAYBLOOMS

Both Hawthorn and Port Adelaide have flattered to deceive at various stages this season, with impressive wins followed by demoralising losses. In other words, the only consistent thing about either team this season has been their inconsistency.

Port is operating in couplets, with sequences of two wins followed by two losses. Coming off a win against the Suns the previous week, they were due for a follow-up win against us if they were to continue the pattern of their season.

Whereas Hawthorn have gone win-loss-win-loss-loss-win-loss-win-loss … – a pattern that if continued, pointed to another loss in this match.

So quite aside from Port having Robbie Gray back in the team, we were also going to have to overcome an algorithm to win this match.

Watching Port Adelaide is always interesting, not just because of players like Travis Boak, Robbie Gray and Paddy Ryder, but because the Hawks have been using Port as a feeder team for several years now. You could argue that the Port of today is the Hawthorn of tomorrow. In this match Shaun Burgoyne, Jarman Impey and Chad Wingard were all playing against their former club; Wingard for the first time. Fittingly, it was the Sir Doug Nicholls Indigenous round and Hawthorn’s entire contingent of Indigenous players had been recruited from Port.

In the past Port has provided us with Stephen Gilham, Brent Guerra and most famously, Stuart Dew. Even Clarko was poached from Port all those years ago. It’s almost a case of identity theft. Ryan Burton, the only Hawthorn player to make the reverse career move to Port, was not playing in this match due to injury.

Happily, Port Adelaide didn’t keep Hawthorn’s talent scouts very busy in the first quarter, with the Hawks completely dominating play. We had all the possession and did all the attacking. Our game plan worked to perfection, that is, Launceston’s numbing cold meant that it took Port’s players until quarter time to thaw out, by which time the Hawks had established a decisive lead. Port were having the same impact in Tasmania as the ALP a couple of weeks previous and went scoreless for the quarter.

There was a disappointingly small crowd in attendance to watch the match. However, it looked bitterly cold on the telecast and that may have kept people away. That said, judging by the photograph showing hundreds of climbers waiting in line for their turn to reach the peak of Everest, cold alone isn’t necessarily as deterrent.

Really our quarter time lead should have been bigger than 25 points, but our forward line isn’t the potent force it once was. Even so, give or take a goal either way, we managed to maintain our advantage for the remainder of the match.

It was a largely uneventful game with neither team providing much in the way of highlights.

Jack Gunston was the obvious star of the match with six goals, including a deft soccer goal off the side of his boot, but his possessions around the ground were also telling. It’s good to have the sharp shooter back.

Ricky Henderson was also impressive, picking up possessions with the same frequency as Julian Assange accumulated espionage charges.

Chad Wingard didn’t kick any goals, but he set up a couple with some slick handballs, and he played a crucial decoy role in the first quarter as his former team mates focused on attacking him rather than the ball.

And for the second consecutive week, Tim O’Brien played a solid game and Marc Pittonet, a late inclusion for injured Mitch Lewis, worked well with Ceglar to stifle the influence of Ryder. Though how Pittonet would be selected ahead of Jarryd Roughead is a mystery that runs deeper than the truth behind Moby’s relationship with Natalie Portman.

This was a good win by the Hawks. Just as Moby interpreted Natalie Portman’s politeness to him as ‘having a relationship,’ so too Hawks fans can happily fantasise that defeating Port will lead to something more significant.

It’s never too late in May for the Mayblooms to bloom.

Final scores: Hawthorn 12 8 80 d Port Adelaide 6 13 49

I was amused by Chris Judd berating Dale Thomas for drinking a glass of wine at a charity function during the week, as if a cheeky shiraz is the cause of Carlton’s malaise. Especially considering the reported indulgences of Judd’s team mates in the Eagles crack cocaine premiership team of 2006.

 

Round 9
Richmond v Hawthorn
MCG
Sunday 19 May 2019

HOW GOOD’S HAWTHORN?

It wasn’t the result I was after. We certainly showed promise and I thought we got out of the blocks well, but despite our bright start, we couldn’t quite cement our advantage.

Our established leaders looked assured and confident when the battle began, and even if some of our newbies were less certain, at least they were in the contest.

But then things started to go sour. We didn’t exploit our head start and our more experienced opponents started to gain headway.

In the end, I think it was the franking credits that did us in. Not that I know what they are, but it definitely seems unfair to take them away from people.

The ALP’s tax policies were the equivalent of Hawthorn’s inaccuracy in front of goal in the match against Richmond. They were all over the place. Talk about inviting the opposition in to win.  Just as Bowen and Shorten’s dividend imputation scheme made the ALP an easy target, so did Hawthorn’s missed shots on goal. Breust, Gunston, Moore, O’Meara, Shiels and Lewis all missed relatively straight-forward shots at goal.

I blame the umpires. Half way through the second quarter, the free kick count was 12-2 in our favour, but we were going to need double that if we were to stand any chance.

The other problem was injuries. For the third time this season, the Hawks emerged from half-time with two players unable to take any further part. And they weren’t bit players either; one was Ben McEvoy, arguably our best player this season, and the other was our tall forward target, Mitch Lewis. This left our height advantage sitting on the bench for most of the second half. And then Luke Breust, who kicked 3 goals, was hobbling around towards the end of the match.

Of course, we can’t play the victim card too strongly. After all, Richmond was missing Jack Riewoldt and Trent Cotchin, among others. Still, losing players mid-match is a big disadvantage. It’s a bit like losing a candidate a week out from the election for some racist, sexist, online hate-speech from their social media past.

Another issue was overuse of the ball. Running into goal our players were looking for handball targets, to the point that by the time someone actually took a shot at goal, their space had largely been closed down, affecting their kick.  It was a bit like the ALP’s scattergun approach to policy. They had so many policies out there that they didn’t have time to explain them all, whereas the coalition had one policy that they prosecuted relentlessly. The Tigers took a similar approach – they took the direct route forward and had a shot when they got within range.

It was a real ‘woulda, coulda, shoulda’ game. If only the Hawks hadn’t suffered injuries mid-game, if only we’d nailed our shots on goal, managed to stop Dustin Martin marking and goaling on the quarter and half-time sirens and been awarded more free kicks in front of goal, then perhaps we may have got closer. To win though, we probably needed the sort of miracle Scott Morrison and the coalition enjoyed.

‘How good’s Hawthorn’ our PM might ask rhetorically, if he knew what AFL was. Well, just at the moment we’re not overly good, but we’re not too bad.  I still burn for them, as our Pentecostal PM might say.

Naturally as an old lefty I was disappointed by the ALP’s loss in the weekend’s election, but perhaps it says something about my political convictions that I was far more upset by Hawthorn’s loss. Just don’t get me started on Kate Miller-Heidke’s 9th placing at Eurovision.

Final scores: Richmond 14 11 95 d Hawthorn 8 11 59

Vale Bob Hawke – arguably Australia’s greatest Prime Minister, not because he saved the Franklin, offered Australian residency to Chinese students after the Tiananmen Square massacre, reformed the Australian economy or could expertly scull a beer, but because his name is Hawke and he was PM from 1983 to 1991 – a period in which Hawthorn played in 8 out of 9 Grand Finals, winning 5 of them. Talk about a (brown and) golden era. RIP Bob.

The Carlton Cheer Squad have been sent a ‘please explain’ notice by the AFL after they were heard chanting ‘the umpire’s a wanker.’ And quite right too! This is outrageous. I mean, learn the umpire’s name and personalise the chant – it makes it so much more insulting. It’s this lack of attention to detail that explains why Carlton are sitting on the bottom of the ladder.

 

Round 8
Hawthorn v GWS
MCG
Sunday 12 May 2019

IN ABSENTIA

“Where are all the Hawthorn supporters?” “80,000 members supposedly but none of them are at the game.”  “They’ve dropped off pretty quickly.” “Hawks fans obviously didn’t like their chances today.” And so on…

The vitriol on social media, the snide remarks from the AFL and Channel 7 commentator Brian Taylor over the poor crowd (14,000+) at the Hawthorn v GWS game has been trending for days. For a while it almost drowned out Clive Palmer’s election ads and the noise from Essendon fans whingeing about Sydney Swan Dane Rampey’s pole dancing exploits. Some people got so obsessed with Hawthorn’s crowd they even stopped concerning themselves with how to pronounce Orazio Fantasia’s name. Amazingly, even Orazio telling us didn’t end the argument.

And perhaps these people have a point – perhaps Hawthorn don’t deserve the Sunday 3.20pm timeslot on Mother’s Day. Is it time to let another club have this marquee fixture?

I’ve been going to the football regularly since 1973, which means I’ve probably been to approximately 750 games of VFL/AFL during my life.  To most people this would seem excessive, and now that I look at it, perhaps I could have used my time on this planet better. But I didn’t realise I would need to provide a letter from home and a doctor’s certificate on the odd occasion I can’t attend. So, what’s my excuse?

Well, my youngest son has decided to take up football and he was making his debut in the Under 17s at 2.20pm on Sunday. And after I was through supporting grass roots football, I went to visit my elderly and ill mother for a Mother’s Day dinner.

I don’t know if these reasons are satisfactory to Gill, Brian et al, but that’s the upshot of the Hawthorn game being scheduled for 3.20pm on a Sunday, on Mother’s Day.

I would have liked to have been at the game, not least because my friend Chan-Tha had tickets to get into the Hawthorn rooms. Instead I got to visit the Moonee Valley under 17 rooms, where despite a 5 goal loss, the vibe was reasonably positive. Plus, there was no roaming Brian. My son played well and enjoyed the experience – which is worth more than a trip into the G on a chilly Sunday.

All this meant that I caught most of the Hawthorn match via 774ABC while I was in the car. Given the heavy traffic on the Eastern Freeway, there’s a chance I wasn’t the only Hawks fan in transit rather than taking in the game from the MCG.

I could tell from the radio commentary that Hawthorn was playing reasonably well, maintaining possession for long stretches and providing plenty of pressure when we didn’t have the ball. There’s always something comforting about hearing the name ‘Burgoyne’ over the radio commentary. Even when you can’t see what’s happening, just knowing that he has the ball provides reassurance that at the very least, a turnover isn’t imminent.

It sounded like we were dominating the match actually, in every aspect except scoring. But we were maintaining our lead, and the Giants didn’t appear to be threatening, so I wasn’t particularly worried, despite our habit this season of being overrun by the opposition.

Jeremy Cameron had a few shots but sprayed them all – and while I was pleased with this from the perspective of the result, he wasn’t exactly playing like someone desperate to come to Hawthorn next year. Stephen Coniglio seemed to be paying well though, in fact I think he was trying a bit too hard to impress Clarko.

CHAIRMAN OF THE BORED

Once people exhausted the topic of the crowd size, the post-match criticism against Hawthorn has been that we played a boring brand of football. Wayne Carey was the chief cheerleader of this particular thread, and look sure, when I watched it back, it wasn’t the most scintillating game I’ve ever seen. It was the football equivalent of a quietly fulfilling marriage with once a week missionary position sex, rather than say, the fireworks and drama of a tumultuous marriage supplemented by wild couplings in the bathroom with your best friend’s wife, and a dash of domestic violence. So yes, it could have been more exciting, but sometimes, as Wayne Carey knows, exciting can be counter-productive.

The Hawks played a strong and disciplined defensive game, which was pretty much the only way we were going to win. We were just lacking that last part of the game plan – the bit where you actually kick goals. If only we had a bloke, let’s say a big hulking type from Leongatha, who could take a big grab up forward and kick a bag of goals, let’s say 5 of them. Oh that’s right, we do, but for reasons I can’t quite fathom, Rough was playing in the reserves.

Still, the decision to drop Jarryd Roughead may well have been Clarkson’s masterstroke. It sends a pretty clear message to the rest of the team that they need to pick up their act. Even so, I remain baffled by a universe in which Tim O’Brien deserves a place in the side ahead of Jarryd Roughead.

The vision of Roughead coaching his young Western Bulldogs opponent during the VFL game was perhaps the only good press Hawthorn received during the week, so even when he’s not in the team, Rough remains our most inspirational player.

But if Hawthorn were boring, then the Giants must have been even more tedious – 5 goals in a game of football is a stat that may save Rough, but it condemns the Giants.

ELBOW ROOM

Footy fans bemoaning that the bump is dead will be heartened by the news that the elbow to the head is back! Gary Ablett’s second reprieve in as many weeks for elbowing an opponent in the head, along with Nat Fyffe’s reprieve for a similar incident, has highlighted the patent absurdity (I never said bias cheating) of the match review panel. These decisions make Brian Taylor’s stance on the pronunciation of Orazio Fantasia’s name seem almost reasonable. The head, it seems, is only as sacrosanct as the elbow that hits it. However, if the AFL is truly concerned that Gary Ablett is getting booed, they might want to rethink their policy of one rule for Ablett, one rule for everyone else. Also, it would help if Ablett refrained from elbowing people in the head. I wonder where people who commit assault sit compared to the drunks, homosexuals, adulterers, liars, fornicators, thieves, athiests and idolators, on Israel Folau’s list of people who are going to Hell?

Final scores: Hawthorn 10 11 71 d GWS 5 8 38

Ladder position: 9th

 

Round 7
Melbourne v Hawthorn
MCG
Saturday 3 May 2019

RIDING THE BUMPS

2019 is only four months old yet it has already thrown up a number of mysteries and inexplicable conundrums. What would it take for a Geelong player to get suspended? How did the semi-mohawk, or half-Dusty haircut become a thing? How did Billy Ray Cyrus return to the charts? How is there a chance Clive Palmer will return to Parliament? What sort of person would willingly watch Married at First Sight? Even worse, what sort of person would willingly go on Married at First Sight?

Equally hard to comprehend is why Hawthorn can’t win a game against mediocre, if not downright dire opposition. I simply don’t understand it. Hawthorn has a pretty good team with talented players on each line. In defence we have Ben Stratton, James Sicily, Shaun Burgoyne and Blake Hardwick. In the midfield we’ve got Jaeger O’Meara, Liam Shiels, James Worpell and Ben McEvoy. On the wings there’s Isaac Smith and Tom Scully. And up forward there’s Jack Gunston, Luke Breust, Jarryd Roughead and Chad Wingard.

So even allowing for lesser lights like Dylan Moore and Mitchell Lewis or fan fall guys, Tim O’Brien and Kaiden Brand, there’s enough good players on the park to help us get us over the line against ordinary teams.

In the past month we’ve lost to the Western Bulldogs, St Kilda and Melbourne. Talk about embarrassing. A trio of teams that have won one premiership between them in the past 53 years. There are Jamaican bob-sled teams with higher success rates. 

What’s worse, we’ve been in a winning position late in the final quarter of each game.  Against the Dogs we were in an unbeatable position. Even worse, last week we very nearly lost to Carlton – two more seconds on the clock and Carlton would have lined up for a shot at goal to win the match.

The best we’ve played all season was against Geelong. Sure, we lost that too, but they at least brought us up to their level – well nearly.

From the moment Brownlow medallist Tom Mitchell broke his leg in the pre-season, I’ve viewed 2019 as pretty much an extended pre-season for 2020 when Tommy returns. But even without Mitchell, I still thought we’d be a top 8 team. As it stands now, we’re looking every bit a bottom four team, and Geelong aside, we haven’t even played any of the good teams yet, so it’s only likely to get worse.

This must be what it feels like to be a Demons, Saints or Bulldogs fan all the time. Just imagine that – what we’ve felt like as Hawks fans over the past month is what a Demons fan has felt like for the past 50 years! Why would you choose to go on living?

The best part about Saturday’s game was that I couldn’t go. I was at Jacana Reserve where my son was lining up for Moonee Valley twos. Due to the early start of the Hawks game, I couldn’t get to the G in time. So I had to watch the game on my phone – which was a blessing really because just as a large screen TV magnifies everything, a small iPhone screen minimises everything. I could barely tell what was going on, and judging by what was going on, neither could the Hawks players.

What I could see however, was that we had no flow, no system – like the Murray-Darling after one of Barnaby Joyce’s dodgy water deals. We move the ball so slowly at times that government action on climate change looks swift and decisive by comparison.

Hardwick and Impey played well, but it’s never a good sign when defenders are among your best players. Gunston kicked straight. Burgoyne was back. That’s about it for positives. It was such miserable viewing that it made the leaders’ debate between Scott Morrison and Bill Shorten later that night look like an absorbing contest of ideas.

The only explanation I can come up with for our underwhelming display is that we’re tanking – we’ve caught the Melbourne disease.  How else do you explain Tim O’Brien’s recall to the team? Clarko is biding his time. He knows that if we finish 13th or lower, we get a nice soft draw next year, just as Tommy Mitchell returns to the team, and if you believe the media, Stephen Coniglio and Jeremy Cameron both join Hawthorn, plus, according to some sources, Buddy Franklin also returns!

And with a royal baby due any minute, it won’t be long before he or she is also linked to Hawthorn in a trade deal. Perhaps we’ll swap a second round draft pick for seventh in line to the throne.

It doesn’t look like we’ll have finals to look forward to this year. At this stage, Collingwood and Geelong look like the two teams that will contest this year’s Grand Final – which sounds as painful to watch as Married at First Sight or reliving the election campaign. But that doesn’t mean September will be without interest. With a Geelong and Collingwood Grand Final on the cards, I hope Gill is already thinking about the Grand Final pre-game entertainment. Last time these two teams faced off in the big one, Meatloaf delighted us all with his dulcet tones. Let’s hope the AFL have put in a call to Meatloaf’s people to have him on stand-by for an encore performance this year.  He’d cap off the season nicely.

Final scores: Melbourne 11 13 79 d Hawthorn 11 8 74

Ladder position: 12th

 

Round 6
Hawthorn v Carlton
University of Tasmania Stadium, Launceston
Sunday 29 April 2019

GAME OF GROANS

Angela and I bought a new bed a few months ago and it was delivered on Saturday morning. So with no plans for Sunday until the Hawks’ game started, I resolved to spend as long as possible in bed the next day. True to my word, I didn’t get up until 3pm, 20 minutes before game time.

The problem, as it turned out, was that the Hawks adopted a similar approach to the day and slept through most of the first half. They didn’t start playing until the third quarter, by which time I was no longer paying any attention.

This ANZAC round game against the AFL’s basket case team Carlton was meant to be a lay down misere for the Hawks. Instead we just lay down. I groaned as David Cunningham kicked Carlton’s third, and then groaned even louder when Mitch Lewis missed a set shot for us from 15 metres out.

After conceding 6 goals to 2 in the first quarter I watched with mounting horror as Carlton continued to kick goals and got out to a 36 point lead. You know you’re in trouble when Matthew Kreuser is galloping out of the centre square and dobbing goals from 50.

The general consensus was that the Hawks weren’t playing well, but it was hard to tell because aside from Jaeger O’Meara, no one from Hawthorn was able to get a possession. It got so bad that half way through the second quarter I started to look for jobs to do around the house. Folding the laundry suddenly had new appeal and dusting the book shelves took on new urgency. I also thought about going back to bed.

But I had promised to go and visit my mum for dinner, so it was a welcome relief when half-time hit and I had to leave. We were 31 points behind and I gave us about as much chance as I would’ve given the ANZACS at Gallipoli. I opted for radio silence while I took my 45 minute drive out to Box Hill and just hoped that somehow things would get better while I wasn’t paying attention.

So imagine my delight when I pushed open mum’s front door to see Chad Wingard stealing the ball off the pack and kicking a goal to put the Hawks in front! I gave serious thought to getting back in the car and driving around for 30 minutes just in case it was my driving that had brought us good luck.

And perhaps I should have because no sooner had we hit the front than we were 8 points behind again after a brace of Carlton goals. But then goals to James Cousins, Liam Shiels who was making a welcome return to the team, Mitch Lewis and Luke Breust surely put the game beyond doubt. I started the dinner, cracked a can and got ready to watch my boys bring it home.

Of course for Hawthorn in 2019, no lead is ever big enough, and it wasn’t long before I was watching Carlton storm back again. Oh My God, we just couldn’t keep the ball. With less than a minute to go we were barely clinging on and I was rocking back and forth on the couch groaning.

Despite being the ANZAC round, the battle occupying the minds of most people this weekend was the battle for Winterfell in Game of Thrones. As a match this one perhaps wasn’t on the epic scale as the Long Night battle between the White Walkers and the armies of the seven kingdoms, and it probably didn’t enjoy quite the same viewing figures, but the battle for supremacy was every bit as intense, the last five minutes lasted an eternity and the Launceston gloaming was nearly as dark as the cinematography in Game of Thrones.

In the end we got the result we wanted in both battles, and it must be said, Jaeger O’Meara, the baby-faced assassin, had a touch of the Arya Stark about his performance.

Sure it wasn’t our most famous victory, but I slept very well that night, and not just because of the new bed.

Final scores: Hawthorn 13 15 93 d Carlton 13 10 88

Ladder position – 11th

 

Round 5
Hawthorn v Geelong
MCG
Monday 22 April 2019

WE’LL ALWAYS HAVE ‘08

I like to think that I’m a relatively rational person with my priorities sorted – family, health, happiness, Hawthorn (though not necessarily in that order). I no longer get overly upset if the Hawks lose a game, or indulge in petty gloating to opposition supporters if we defeat their team. After 50 years of following Hawthorn, I’ve seen us beat every other team, and I’ve seen us beaten by every team. Everything moves in cycles and when we’re down, the only certainty is that we’ll one day be up again. Sadly, the same probably also applies to Carlton, although I’m not sure it does to North Melbourne (see how I’m above taking petty swipes)

But like most Hawks supporters, losing to Geelong is particularly irksome. Partly it’s Joel Selwood, partly Chris Scott, and partly I still haven’t forgiven them for their orchestrated thuggery in the 1989 Grand Final. However, a fair part of the irritation stems from their supporters and their misplaced sense of arrogance. Sure they won 3 flags in 5 years, but we won 3 in 3 years. And they seem to have completely forgotten the fact that they are not long out of a 44 year premiership drought, during which they lost 4 Grand Finals in 7 years between 1989 and 1995.

Geelong fans seem to live in some sort of weird Corio Bay bubble where they are seemingly unaware of anything or anyone that is not Geelong. This week alone I heard one wonder aloud where Gary Rohan had come from – she was surprised to learn that he had previously played for Sydney – more than 100 games in fact. Another Cats fan asked who wore no. 20 for Hawthorn and when informed it was Chad Wingard, said they’d never heard of him. Not that they didn’t know the Port Adelaide champ had moved to Hawthorn, but they had literally never heard of him. He’s kicked more than 230 goals and Easter Monday was his 150th game!

Sadly, Wingard didn’t add to his goal tally this week and another Easter Monday clash went by without Hawthorn getting the chocolates. Despite this, I was reasonably pleased with Hawthorn’s performance. We played about as well as we might have hoped and fought hard right to the end. Ultimately however, we were outclassed by a better team who also played well.

In fact it was a good, high quality match. We kicked our highest score for the year so far, so we can’t really complain, especially when you consider we are still missing our big four: Dunstall, Brereton, Matthews and Ayres. Well, Shiels, Burgoyne, Stratton and Mitchell at least.

But McEvoy, Henderson, Worpel and Sicily all played great games. Mitch Lewis did well, and Brand was quite good. It’s just that the Cats were better. Selwood and Taylor were very good and Gary Rohan played an excellent game – his two goals just before quarter time turned the match really. And Gary Ablett’s two goals early in the second quarter more or less secured it. One of them came after a classic speccie and one was a clever boundary line dribble. Ablett had goal of the day and mark of the day, until Esava Ratugolea took an even better mark late in the match. And Danger did what Danger does; which is spend most of the match holding his arms outstretched appealing for free kicks.

BOO-WHO?

But the big talking point to come out of the match was the booing of Gary Ablett. Many commentators have wondered why Hawthorn fans were booing Ablett. And I agree; there are lots of Geelong players worth booing, I don’t know why we didn’t spread it around more. Why just Ablett? Unless he was responsible for the Notre Dame fire?

Dangerfield said afterwards that you shouldn’t boo champions, and I’m with him. But then, you also shouldn’t punch opponents in the stomach 50 metres off the ball either, as he did against the Giants the previous week. So perhaps Danger should examine his own actions before he starts taking the moral high ground.

But if you examine the reasons why Gary Ablett was getting booed, you begin to see that it wasn’t necessarily Hawthorn fans who were at fault. Or at least they weren’t necessarily booing with their Hawthorn hats on.

During the week it was revealed that Ablett had ‘liked’ an Instagram post by rugby player and devout Christian Israel Folau. Folau’s post said: ‘WARNING Drunks, Homosexuals, Adulterers, Liars, Fornicators, Thieves, Athiests, Idolators – HELL AWAITS YOU. REPENT. ONLY JESUS SAVES’

That’s a pretty comprehensive list. In a crowd of 66,000 people, there are not many who don’t fit into at least one of those categories. At least three of them apply to me. In fact you can count among the Idolaters every Cats fan wearing a Gary Ablett badge. And how do fornicators make the list? If it weren’t for fornicators, none of us would even be alive – Folau and Gary Ablett included.

Remember, Gary Ablett is a devout Christian, so Hell is not an abstract concept to him, but a real place, like the Gold Coast but even warmer. By ‘liking’ that post, Ablett was actively advocating for most of the crowd in the MCG that day to spend all eternity suffering the fiery torments of Satan and his demons. No wonder people were upset. Most of the criticism has focussed on Folau and Ablett’s overt homophobia, but even if you set that aside, they had also shamed the drunks, liars, thieves, adulterers and fornicators – which is pretty much everyone who isn’t a law abiding, tea-totalling Christian virgin – Hamish McLachlan in other words.

So when Ablett says, as he did afterwards, ‘I didn’t mean any offence,’ he’s really saying, ‘I condemn you to burn in the flames of hellfire for all eternity…but don’t take it personally.’

And perhaps Ablett should consider his own family history before he starts consigning other people to burn in Hell.

I didn’t boo Ablett, but that’s because I knew it would just make him play better, and he was already doing enough damage. However, if I was to put together my own list of deplorables for an Instagram post, I might include hypocrites, sanctimonious footballers, mercenaries who go to the Gold Coast for a million dollars a year and sulk because they’re no longer part of a decent team, and of course Geelong fans.

The other talking point to come out of the match was Tom Hawkins’ vicious elbow into James Sicily’s back 50 metres off the ball. I wonder if people who commit unprovoked acts of violence also make it onto Gary’s list of the condemned? In a surprise to absolutely no one, Hawkins got off with a fine, as did Dangerfield the week before. Sicily didn’t even get a free kick. No wonder some people boo at football matches. You do wonder what a Geelong player would have to do to get suspended – set Notre Dame on fire perhaps.

Sure we lost this time, but as Bogart said to Bergman, ‘we’ll always have 08.’

Final scores: Geelong 17 11 113 d Hawthorn 13 12 90.

Ladder position – 13th

 

Round 4
St Kilda v Hawthorn
Sunday 14 April 2019
Marvel Stadium

STARING INTO THE BLACK HOLE

A big deal was made during the week of the supposedly first photographic evidence of a black hole. But I don’t get what all the fuss was about. I spent at least 30 minutes of the final quarter against St Kilda staring straight into the black hole of Hawthorn’s forward line. There was nothing worth photographing there.

Unfortunately, the ball didn’t get sucked into this black hole, but just came rebounding back as we got overrun again.

I suspected we were in trouble against St Kilda when I watched the North v Adelaide game the night before. The standard was so poor that I had to turn away, and then I realised with a degree of disquiet that these were the only two teams we’d beaten this year. Perhaps we weren’t that good after all?

My fears about our chances continued to grow as our injury toll mounted during the match. A succession of players were helped from the ground like Julian Assange being dragged from the Ecuadorian Embassy during the week. “Hawthorn must resist” you could lip read Ben Stratton mouthing as the trainers dragged him away.  Stratton, Frawley, Cousins, Roughead and Nash all spent extended periods on the bench – the first three half the game.

Much was made during the week of Richmond missing their ‘big 4’: Martin, Cotchin, Riewoldt and Rance. But at least they knew that before the match and were able to replace them. We went into the match without Burgoyne, O’Meara, Shiels and Mitchell. And then when we lost our two key defenders either side of half time meant we were always barely holding on.

If all these signs weren’t already troubling, I almost gave up all hope when we got to a 25 point lead half way through the third quarter. With our inability to hold onto a lead, I’d have been more confident if we’d been 25 points behind.

And so it proved. I knew for certain that we were in trouble when the umpire paid the dodgiest of free kicks against David Mirra in front of St Kilda’s goal. There was no way they were ever going to hit the front without assistance. This is our second loss for the year where mounting injuries and the intervention of bad umpiring has directly determined the result.

And the Mirra decision wasn’t the only travesty of justice. When Ben Long kicked a goal for St Kilda in the second quarter, the PA pumped out audio of St Kilda players singing ‘You shook me all night long” – which was so excruciatingly embarrassing that surely the goal should have been reversed.

The galling thing about losing to St Kilda is that they’re so crap: always have been, and always will be. In 95 years, they have won the competition just once. Once! By any measure that is an astonishing failure rate, especially when you compare it to Winx who the day previous won his 33rd race in succession. In fact, the vegan activists who blockaded Melbourne earlier in the week have more chance of seeing their demands met than St Kilda fans have of ever seeing a premiership.

Rant over: on a positive note, Big Boy McEvoy played his 100th game for the Hawks against the club we poached him from – note Saints fans: Big Ben has won two flags since coming to the Hawks – that’s at least one more than any St Kilda player has ever won.

Also, Tom Scully, Ricky Henderson, Jack Scrimshaw and James Sicily all played well.  Sicily lived up to his bad guy image, with St Kilda players constantly trying to rile him. Of course, he didn’t receive any free kicks – but by some miracle he didn’t give any away either. As Billie Eilish sings,

“So you’re a tough guy
Like it really rough guy
Just can’t get enough guy
Chest always so puffed guy”

…that’s why we love him.

Final scores: St Kilda 10 14 74 d Hawthorn 10 9 69

 

Round 3
Hawthorn v North Melbourne
MCG
Sunday 7 April 2019

THE CHAD

There are unmistakeable signs that Hawthorn’s season is now on track. We’ve had our first win at home, Big Boy McEvoy is starting games with a bandage around his head – it just saves time – Chad Wingard has played his first game in brown and gold verticals, and Brian Lake is back in gaol.

The match didn’t start out so promisingly. Roughead was a late withdrawal, officially because of a corkie, but more likely because of the sunshine and unseasonal 26 degree heat. He was replaced by the diminutive Dylan Moore – not exactly like for like.

Plus, we brought our final quarter form from the Bulldogs match into the first quarter of this game, with North kicking the first four goals of the game. If you take the final quarter of Round 2 and the first quarter of Round 3, the Hawks had an unprepossessing deficit of 2 goals to 13.

The umpires too brought forward the same form, with three of North’s first six goals coming through 50 metre penalties.

From there though, things picked up immeasurably. And thankfully North slowed down. Frawley took Ben Brown out of the game, Isaac kept running, Big Boy dominated around the ground, Luke Breust started to nail goals and Jaeger O’Meara’s hair remained immaculate throughout – plus he was our prime mover.

But the final quarter was all about Chad Wingard. He put the ‘win’ in ‘Wingard’ and the ‘Cha Cha’ in ‘Chad.’ His set shot from a tight angle followed by a shimmy and shake to kick the sealer were electrifying moments. I caught myself squealing out the names “Chad!” and “Big Boy!” so often I thought I was in a porno. Perhaps in my own mind I was. Go Hawks!

Final scores: Hawthorn 13 9 87 d North Melbourne 10 11 71.

Ladder position – 7th

 

 

Round 2
Hawthorn v Western Bulldogs
MCG
Sunday 31 March 2019

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On Saturday I watched my son’s basketball final. Not being a basketball fan, I spent most of the game in a state of utter bafflement at the refereeing decisions, of which there seemed to be two or three every 10 seconds. My confusion wasn’t entirely surprising because I’ve never watched a full game of basketball in my life, so the constant stopping of the game for no apparent reason was irritating, but I didn’t know any better.

However, I was even more confused by the refereeing in the final quarter of the match between Hawthorn and the Western Bulldogs, and I’ve been watching football for nearly 50 years. In a startling period, the Western Bulldogs were paid a series of highly questionable, by which I mean completely absurd, free kicks that led directly to four Bulldogs goals – and our five goal 3/4 time lead disappeared.

I’m not saying there was any match fixing involved, but when I saw the umpire pick up the ball in the centre and run down to the goal square to hand it to a Bulldogs forward, I began to look around to see if there were any Indian bookmakers on their phones.

Some of the decisions were so nonsensical I thought the umpires were going a day early with their April Fools jokes.

And it wasn’t just the final quarter – it had been going on all day with the free kick count being 25-15 in favour of the Dogs. It was the worst umpiring I’ve seen since the first quarter of the 2001 Preliminary Final, and arguably the biggest travesty of justice since the Lindy Chamberlain trial – another occasion in which a dog got away with it.

In a way it was fitting, for it was a week of dubious decisions, both on and off the field. First, One Nation honchos were caught on camera trying to wrangle cash from the NRA to water down the gun laws in Australia. At the ceremony to pay respect to the victims of the Christchurch massacre, Cat Stevens, or Yusuf Islam, performed his song Peace Train, everyone seemingly forgetting he once advocated for the murder of Salman Rushdie. The Sultan of Brunei introduced death by stoning for adultery and homosexual sex, (note to football teams – avoid Brunei for end of season trips). In response to this ruling, George Clooney has called for a boycott of hotels owned by the Sultan, hotels like The Dorchester in London, where rooms start at around AU$1000 per night. This is the sort of grass roots campaign I’m keen to join, so along with Elton John, another man of the people, I’m taking up George’s fight and I vow never to stay at the Dorchester again. Although it occurs to me that perhaps a better protest campaign would be to have adulterous homosexual sex at The Dorchester.

But arguably the most misguided call of the week came from Eddie McGuire in his commentary duties on Fox Footy, when he mocked Cynthia Banham, a double amputee air crash survivor, for her inability to perform a perfect coin toss.

In other words, after this shit show of a week, what else should we have expected? Hawthorn’s loss was so disappointing it even took the shine off Essendon’s second successive loss.

Umpiring aside, what concerns me most is that we have now given up a 40 point half time lead in the JLT match against Richmond, and a 30 point 3/4 time lead against the Western Bulldogs. It just means that for the entire season we’ll be on the edge of our seats, even if we hold a 75 point lead going into time-on in the final quarter.

In a previous blog post – who knows when – I inventoried the history of Hawks v Dogs clashes, and concluded that in 90 years, other than the 1961 Grand Final and a couple of finals in 85 and 08 – there has barely been a game between these teams that has mattered. So, hopefully this game too will disappear into the foggy mists of time and forgetfulness.

As for the positives, it was good to see Tom Scully get through the game. I liked Roughead’s towering mark over Caleb Daniel, Ricky Henderson played well, Gunston kicked straight, and the Superdog returned to my diet after a six month hiatus. Plus my son’s basketball team won their final.

Final scores: Western Bulldogs 16 10 106 d Hawthorn 13 9 87

Ladder position: 9th

photos of Big Boy McEvoy marking and Gunston kicking ‘the sealer’ by Linda Williamson

 

Round 1
Adelaide v Hawthorn
Adelaide Oval
Saturday 23 March 2019

THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS

Football is routinely considered a religion: there’s the worshipping of idols, the chanting and singing of hymns or club songs, the fanaticism of the devotees and men wearing dresses, although that usually only happens on the end of season trip.

But as the new football season beckons, religion is going through a crisis. Religion is no longer something you necessarily want to aspire to, other than its tax-free status.

Catholicism is imploding after Australia’s most senior Catholic, and former No. 1 ticket holder for Richmond, Cardinal Pell, was sentenced  to six years behind bars for child sex crimes.

Meanwhile, Islam is in mourning after more than 50 Muslims were gunned down by a right-wing extremist while at prayer in their local Christchurch mosque. Religious beliefs are being tested and football lessens in significance by comparison.

So for Hawthorn, kicking off the season in Adelaide, the city of churches, came with some trepidation. Admittedly, most of the trepidation came from the cruel season-ending, or not-even-beginning knee injury to star midfielder and reigning Brownlow medallist, Tom Mitchell.

Accepted wisdom among footy pundits is that Hawthorn will slide ingloriously down the ladder this season. There’s the injury to Mitchell, the widely-held belief that we were lucky to finish in the top 4 in 2018, our quick exit from the 2018 finals and our ageing list, which we added to by recruiting Tom Scully, who may never play again due to injury, and Chad Wingard, who is also injured and, if you believe Port Adelaide fans, often disinterested.

On the other hand, we’ve got The Worpedo! Okay, I went into this match thinking that Hawks fans were tending to overestimate the impact of our 11-gamer James Worpell, and that perhaps we need to temper our expectations. Sure, he beat Joel Selwood in a one-on-one battle last year, but Selwood has been doing that sort of thing three times a match for 10 years. And Worpell’s match winner against Essendon, when you think about it, was running into an open goal. I think he’s a promising player, but let’s not destroy him by calling him the new saviour.

I couldn’t get to Adelaide for the game, and still haven’t sorted a convenient television streaming option. So I took in the match lying on a beanbag while watching on my phone. It’s not ideal, but I got the general gist of things and could see that the Hawks were playing tough, intense football with a game plan centred on tackling and pressure – none more so than The Worpedo, who starred in the midfield and kicked two crucial goals.

Also outstanding were Jarman Impey, playing in his 100th game, James Sicily, Jaeger O’Meara and, once his head was bound in bandages, Big Boy McEvoy. Captain Stratts was also excellent playing on Eddie Betts.

Even Conor Nash, who the casual observer might think contributed very little, set up four of our goals with telling handballs – which if you’ve seen his kicking style, is something to be thankful for. And James Frawley – I rarely sighted him, but then I saw even less of his opponent.

It was an all-round strong team performance and in the space of one win, I’ve gone from having modest expectations of the season ahead to demanding a premiership. We just have to re-teach Jack Gunston how to kick a set shot and we’ll be fine.

Another positive was our new clash strip, the old mustard pot guernsey. We looked good and we played well. Go Hawks!

Final scores: Hawthorn 12 15 87 d Adelaide 7 13 55

Ladder position: 4th



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