Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sydney. Show all posts

Sunday, June 28, 2015

Some wins are better than others

A couple of minutes into the third quarter of what seemed a lost cause, a few desperation acts breathed life into our lineup, and eventually the match.

It started on the wing from a boundary throw in where Sam Reid went third man up, because everyone does that against us, won it down to Kennedy who would usually waltz forward but was immediately set upon by Miles. This forced a scrambled handball to Reid, who again was immediatley set upon by McIntosh forcing another rushed handball to Derickx. Who, being Derickx, floated a kick 40 metres forward only for Dyl to drop back in front of Tippett and wore another Sydney cheap shot, received a fifty metre penalty and put another dent in Sydney's famous 'no dickheads' policy. All while raising the very serious question of 'Who knew that Tom Derickx was still on an AFL list?'.

A couple of minutes later, the skipper kicked that goal and we were off the races.

It gets a little bit embarrassing that whenever we beat anyone half decent it immediately triggers a raft of 'best win in the last 20 years?' discussions but this one is up there. We travelled to a ground that we haven't won at since 2004 and beat a seriously good team after giving them a five goal start.

Where it ranks among Richmond's wins is debatable but one thing that isn't was is that it was Jack Riewoldt's finest moment to date. Jack has kicked bigger bags but none more important, six goals against Ted Richards and Sydney is akin to 15 against others and it shouldn't really matter but the fact it was on a Friday night makes it much sweeter. That we get more than our share of Friday night games can be a blessing and a curse, I wasn't watching but can only imaging the bollocking being delivered our way by whoever Fox Footy rolled only for us to ram seven goals in a quarter and be in front half an hour later.

For the first time this year I was in attendance and boy was it a glum experience for the first hour. After the second quarter it had all the markings of one of those god awful games where the other team puts on a 15 minute burst and Dimma doubles up with one of those 'we just need to eliminate our bad lapses' press conferences that make me want to move to Mongolia.

Then something happened and we flipped the game on its head. What made it more impressive is that in the middle of our third quarter burst they got that ludicrous interchange infringement and that took the ball from a #Tyme set shot after a fantastic mark running backwards that will no doubt be forgotten immediately by everyone on the Internet next time he messes something up. Thankfully Nick Smith got the guilts up and dramatically sprayed the set shot to miss everything. I get that you can't have blokes running on and off willy nilly but what a harsh penalty that is but I suppose we weren't complaining when it went our way against Fremantle at Docklands in 2010 which is a night I remember fondly because I was sitting right near the bench and heard some of the funniest crowd banter of all time every time Sandlilands came off the ground. Back then they had a ridiculously oversized orange flag to signal said infringement which meant that it was still an over the top reaction but at least there was a bit of pomp and ceremony about it. It genuinely looked as if the interchange steward was announcing someone from the Royal Family had arrived.

This may seem unbelievable given the fact I manage to write anything between 100 and 1500 words every week but I very rarely watch a replay, even the really big wins. This weekend I'm up to my third watch of the second half and in one of those I even sat through the first half. What has struck me each time is how grumpy Sydney were. Goodes is one of my very favourite football people but carried on like a complete knob all night, Buddy ran past the ball to bump Titch just before Tippett clipped Grimes, both of whom will miss weeks and as a unit they seemed super keen to start a rumble at any opportunity. By and large Richmond are an incredibly inoffensive team unless you support them, so I'm not sure of the reasoning behind declaring WWIII but they were obviously rattled to start with and then completely off the ball in the second half so it seemed to work in our favour. It's one thing having scrubbers like Zak Jones and Tom Mitchell burning up energy in scuffles but when your best players are doing it that usually spells trouble.

Since we got our shit together, we've put together a seriously good six week body of work and have settled into a much tighter and defensively accountable game plan. It's a shame for Morris because it wasn't his fault he was being forced to play a position beyond his capabilities, but we were much better off with Lambert's creativity up forward despite the fact he didn't record big numbers.

Our defensive pressure was again a huge part of the win. The only benefit of my crappy seat in the pocket was getting a prime view of Nick Vlastuin's control of the contest and constant thwarting of their advances in the last quarter. Rance's game has been much discussed so I don't need to add much here, but what a delight for us to be able to watch him for at least another four years? For too long the best defender in the competition tag has gone to the blokes like Scarlett who don't actually play on the big guns so watching the best forward and defender go at it was worth well beyond the price of admission, and I'm very glad that he'll be at Punt Road instead of backpacking through Europe next year. Alongside those two, Grimes, Chaplin and Batch keep getting the job done without fanfare and Taylor Hunt continues to pitch in where and when needed.

Strangely, I find these posts much easier to write after a loss rather than a win. Especially so when I wait a couple of days to do so because by now basically everything and anything that needs to be said has already been done so on Twitter or in the press.

What I will add is that it was again a pleasure to watch them get it done in Sydney and that the way Richmond players engage with the crowd following a win continues to impress. Long after the siren the group was still working the Richmond fans in the crowd,  none more so that Jack. There can't be a player who has been more poorly received by media types relative to the effort he puts in and the admiration from his supporters. He is quickly raising up the ranks of my favourite ever Richmond player and I suspect one day soon he'll scoot past #12.

Changes for next week

Based on the assumption that Gordon cops a week for a crude elbow which slightly impacted our ability to take the good guy moral high ground. This is also without seeing a second of the VFL or reading anything more than the box score which looked pretty morbid as usual.

In: Menadue
Out: Gordon

The votes

5: Jack Riewodlt
4: Trent Cotchin
3: Alex Rance
2: Anthony Miles
1: Ty Vickery

Unlucky: Loads, but especially Vlastuin and Deledio.

Leaderboards

The Benny:

18: Dustin Marin
17: Jack Riewoldt
15: Trent Cotchin and Anthony Miles
14: Shane Edwards and Bachar Houli
11: Shaun Grigg and Brandon Ellis
10: Alex Rance
8: Taylor Hunt, Nick Vlastuin and Dylan Grimes
5: Ivan Maric and Brett Deledio
3: Troy Chaplin, Kamdyn McIntosh, Chris Newman, Ben Griffiths and Jake Batchelor
2: Sam Lloyd
1: Steven Morris and Ty Vickery

Blair Hartley Appreciation Award:

15: Anthony Miles
14: Bachar Houli
11: Shaun Grigg
8: Taylor Hunt
5: Ivan Maric
3: Troy Chaplin

Anthony Banik Best First Year Player:

3: Kamdyn McIntosh

Joel Bowden's Golden Left Boot:

14: Bachar Houli
11: Shaun Grigg
3: Jake Batchelor and Troy Chaplin

Greg Tivendale Rookie List Medal:

No votes yet.


Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Dusty, Dusty, Dusty

‘Dusty, Dusty, Dusty’ three little words (or one little word three times?) that gave meaning to a season, capped a winning streak, saved us from another summer of ninth jokes and sent us to our fourth finals campaign in over 30 years.

If you haven’t watched it since you probably aren’t a Richmond supporter and I’m not sure how you stumbled across this blog but welcome anyway, and here it is:



There are just so many things about this that are perfect and the goal itself is just a small part of it. As I wrote at the time, Sydney had less on the line but still came at us hard. On the back of eight wins: St Kilda, Brisbane, Port Adelaide, West Coast, GWS, Essendon, Adelaide and St Kilda again, it all threatened to count for nought unless we could hold on for grim death against Sydney.

I was fortunate to have been there. We have had so few ‘that was a big moment and it counted for something special’ moments and I'm thrilled to have been there for this one. Especially given at the time it looked like Sydney were going to take control of the game, like everyone expected them to, and watching it unfold sober and in person was basically torture.

This isn’t a match report so I won’t go into detail but basically we got the jump and they grinded their way back into it. Given that we jumped out to 33 points it’s strange that I don’t remember them taking control to get back in it, I remember it like death by 1000 cuts. They had all the run, were within two points, had kicked nine of the last 14 goals and then it happened.

Frame by frame:

  • Newman hoofs it 55 metres to the right back flank.
  • Ivan has poll position but Luke Parker comes over the top and spoils.
  • In amongst three Swans (Malceski, Reid and Parker) Titch emerges with a clearance, somehow keeps it in and keeps the ball going 50 metres up the wing where Dusty is waiting in one-on-one with Richards.
  • We get a dash of luck and the ball bounces unexpectedly over Richards who turns and loses his footing on an incredibly sketchy piece of Homebush turf and Dusty is away.
  • Dusty gathers the ball and runs back at goal.
  • ‘Dusty, Dusty, Dusty’
  • One bounce.
  • Runs his measure.
  • Steadies.
  • 20ish metres out.
  • Richmond supporters all over the world pause.
  • Goal.
  • Pandemonium.

24 seconds was all it took, three kicks in the very definition of coast to coast.

There are three things beyond the goal itself that I want to explore further.

Shane Edwards is fantastic, we know that and everyone else is just catching up. But his clearance from the back flank was something else. The camera work isn’t flash, but it looks the world like Titch has managed to somehow read Parker's spoil and hits the ball moving. From there he has half a second to 1) gather, 2) get the ball to foot and 3) brace for Sam Reid trying to knock him into next week. That he manages to get a kick away at at all is a minor miracle, that he managed to get it fifty metres to a one-on-one contest should have lead him being Time’s person of the year for 2014.

Next is Nathan Gordon, again the camera work is sketchy but my guess is that he is at least 25 metres away when Dusty sets sail. Dusty is moving at a reasonable clip but somehow Gordon has closed the gap to 10 metres when the goal is kicked. There was no reason to run that hard, Dusty was never getting caught and it was late in a tough, tough game but run he did and it hugely impressed me.

Finally, how lucky are we that Huddo is commentating instead of Dwayne Russell? I can't imagine watching that clip as many times as I have if Dwayne was screaming something about a chaos ball coming in and then Dusty kicking the firestarter.

The goal has become such a moment that it’s easy to forget that it wasn’t actually a winning goal, there was still nearly TEN MINUTES to play and they pulled it back through Sam Reid 128 seconds later. From there it was squeaky bum time and in a very un-Richmond like fashion we held on.



How excruciating can two minutes of play actually be? I know they’ll win, I know that the result can’t change ten months later so why am I riding every bump and willing every pass to hit a target? The glorification of Dusty’s goal has left some massive moments in that period of play a little underappreciated:

  • Rance went as close as possible to giving away a free kick without actually doing so.
  • Grigg’s clearance from a ball-up in their 50 was huge
  • Rance and Chaplin’s ability to read the incoming ball is something else.
  • Ben Griffiths’ took one of the great contested marks of the modern age on the wing.
  • Alistair Lynch wanted us to kick it backwards even though Sydney had manned up right around the ground.
  • Vlastuin’s scrapping clearing rebounding kick somehow went 45 metres.
  • Jack is the first player I’ve seen look directly at the bench and ask how long is left while holding the ball.

The Internet folk at RFC must have had an absolute ball and banked all their targets for the next six years inside a week because there was some great video bouncing around.

The clip of Richo and Molloy riding it home is fantastic:



And this bit in particular of Mick Molloy summed up my reaction, a 50% mix of relief that we didn’t screw it up and joy that we didn’t screw it up.

If I had to guess, I’d say I’m to blame for at least 200 of the 2,542 views on that clip. As someone who’s grown up through a really crappy Richmond era, that clip is like crack and I can’t get enough of it.

In terms of home and away highlights, Dusty’s goal for me sits next to Maxfield’s goal against Essendon in 1995 which was built on the back of a spoil by Chris Bond and a bonkers good gather and handball by Matthew Dundas of all people.

It turned eight wins into nine, and was documented brilliantly by the club.



It was such an amazing evening to be in the stands for, let’s just not talk about what happened a week later hey?

Monday, June 23, 2014

I see you Sydney, stretching that cap.

Life is getting in the way of watching footy at the moment and, given Richmond's season, that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I'm yet to have a chance to watch Friday's game so have entrusted the voting duty of an anonymous but very reputable fellow Richmond fan.

Promise I'll be back on board properly next week.

Votes

5: Dustin Martin
4: Alex Rance
3: Trent Cotchin
2: Brandon Ellis
1: Anthony Miles

Leaderboards

The Benny

27: Dustin Martin
20: Brandon Ellis
17: Trent Cotchin
16: Jack Riewoldt
14: David Astbury
13: Shaun Hampson
10: Daniel Jackson and Ricky Petterd
8: Reece Conca and Anthony Miles
7: Alex Rance
6: Steven Morris and Bachar Houli
4: Matt Thomas, Sam Lloyd, Brett Deledio and Shaun Grigg
3: Ty Vickery, Troy Chaplin, Shane Edwards and Alex Rance
2: Nick Vlastuin and Nathan Foley
1: Ben Griffiths, Orren Stephenson, Matthew Dea and Ben Lennon

Blair Hartley Appreciation Award

13: Shaun Hampson
10: Ricky Petterd
8: Anthony Miles
6: Bachar Houli
4: Matt Thomas and Shaun Grigg
3: Troy Chaplin
2: Anthony Miles

Anthony Banik Best First Year Player

4: Sam Lloyd
1: Ben Lennon

Joel Bowden’s Golden Left Boot

6: Bachar Houli
4: Shaun Grigg
3: Troy Chaplin

Greg Tivendale Rookie Medal

8: Anthony Miles
4: Matt Thomas
1: Orren Stephenson

Championship Belt:

Incumbent
Winner
Streak
Wins
NA
Cotchin
1
1
Cotchin
Astbury
1
1
Astbury
Riewoldt
1
1
Riewoldt
Astbury
1
2
Astbury
Petterd
1
1
Petterd
Ellis
1
1
Ellis
Conca
1
1
Conca
Martin
1
1
Martin
Riewoldt
1
2
Riewoldt
Martin
1
2
Martin
Martin
2
3
Martin
Miles
1
1
Miles
Martin
1
4