So here we are; another week with a few promising signs, a few more worrying ones, that familiar passing sense of hope duly buried under an avalanche of final quarter goals.
Following a team through a concerted rebuild is, no doubt, a cavalcade of emotions.
And after five weeks now of unremarkable performances against, for the most part, solid opposition, one is conscious that there’s only so many times one can ponder the same predicament without sounding like the proverbial broken record.
It would, for sure, have been nice – and important – to beat just one of those finals-bound teams we played in the past four weeks… not to mention the non-finals-bound team we played (well, sort of) five weeks ago to kickstart the present malaise.
But while we showed signs in each of the past few matches, in the end we just couldn’t get it done.
But still – 42 points against the Cats at home seems about right given where the respective sides sit.
And, of course, it could have been worse.
77 points worse, as Port Adelaide can attest.
But given the recent – and counter-intuitive – sense of ill-founded optimism we’ve been peddling here at Fumbleland, it’s time to urge a note of caution.
And to avoid repeating a well-worn script, we’ve deemed the best way to do so is via the medium of rhyme.
So here is a Fumbles poem, entitled:
Don’t Lose This Weekend
If Adelaide aspires to be
A model of consistency
We should be glad
Again we had
No radar for the goal posts.
So on our misses we can bet
But that aside, have no regret
For most fans reckon
Unless we lose to West Coast
We’ve never really seemed to be
Much chop down at the Cattery
No cause for cheers
In 19 years
Our record is dismaying
But still we can at least take heart
We rallied from a wasteful start –
Until we ceased,
Consoled at least
That Danger wasn’t playing
The dream now, while it seems forlorn
Is to revive our early form
At 3 and 3
On track were we
Our critics to confound.
But winless in the month of May,
Now 3 and 8, we pissed away
Our start, but grope
For one last hope:
Unless we lose next round
At first supporters seemed quite chilled
About the looming Crows rebuild
But a formline slouch
And playing Crouch
Has made the fanbase madder.
Yet looming seems a winning streak –
Potentially, unless next week
We can’t defeat
The team we meet
That’s 18th on the ladder
Our horror run is at an end
On victory we should depend;
On form alone
We should get home,
It isn’t rocket science.
But as all Crows supporters know
That’s when we’re most inclined to go
all weak at heart,
and fall apart:
Like when we play the Giants
These past two years at least have brought
Some classic victories, which ought
To be a sign
That over time
The seed will come to flower.
We’d say, if we were optimists,
We’ve beaten both grand finalists,
The Cats last year,
And how we cheered
When Dawson killed the Power
Whose comeback from a winless start
Has been a dagger to the heart;
They’re now 5-6,
And in the mix
For an unlikely finals berth.
And, while their formline’s still quite fitful,
The very prospect’s rather shitful.
But still more grim,
If we don’t win
Against the team from Perth
Port Adelaide threatened to mend
The remnants of a dire weekend;
A Bomber tide
Did near provide
Enjoyment in the utmost.
While Sam Powell-Pepper’s scoring woes
Reminded of the wasteful Crows,
And Port look tame,
They can yet claim
They didn’t lose to West Coast
So while our early season form
Has tapered off, don’t be forlorn;
We still can give
Or two, such as O’Brien
And Soligo has staked a claim
In only four-and-one-third games
While it looks like Fog’s
A useful cog
If he doesn’t join the Lions
Our next three games are winnable,
And failure won’t be spinnable
In two of three;
We need to see
Results from our endeavour.
For while Gold Coast are charging forth
We really shouldn’t lose to North:
would be that loss –
We’d carry it forever.
But one week at a time, for now.
We dust ourself off, on we plough:
And pray our purchase
Will help us find a riposte
For those who say we’re treading water.
It doesn’t need to be a slaughter,
But just ensure
We get Win Four –
And please don’t lose to West Coast!
Touch of the Fumbles is InDaily’s shamelessly biased weekly football column, published on Mondays during the AFL season.
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