Kissing the Lipless (Goodbye)
A week is a long time in footy, apparently. And a few things of note have happened since my last… Ok, forget it. Essentially the Geelong Football Club is falling apart and I’ve been quieter than Leon Davis on Grand Final day. Terrible job by me and I vow to do better over trade week, the draft period and even during the Ashes.
But for argument’s sake, let’s say I was suffering ‘burnout’ and that after four highly successful years I was unsure if I wanted to continue Big League Little League next year. You, as readers, would probably be likely to think, ‘thank you, but we’d like someone who actually gives a shit’. Perhaps you’d make more ‘mailing it in’ comments, perhaps you’d encourage me to lift, but eventually you’d stop reading.
Yes, I’m no longer talking about me. And yes, Mark-Bomber-Lips-Thompson ‘not knowing’ if he wants to coach again next season is as good as not wanting to.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not calling for his head. However this plays out, he will go down in history as not only Geelong’s greatest coach, (doing what so many before him failed to do, including another BLLL favourite Malcolm Blight) but possibly as the man behind the most dominant team and game-style in AFL history. Not only that but he was likeable, refused to play idiotic media games, gave birth to one of Mrs Watson’s more memorable nicknames and was at one stage rumored to be sleeping with half the housewives in Geelong West. Good times. But if his heart is longer 100% in it there will be more lost than gained by him staying around.
The Cats are at the most interesting of crossroads. Their record against top four teams this season was woeful. Against lesser opposition they were still able to turn it on for a quarter or two and put games away, but the kamikaze handball, play-on at all costs game-plan that produced 2 flags is no longer holding up against the best. Lips Thompson has only one more year to run on his contract, the country’s best player is on the verge of leaving and an extremely important trade and draft period are almost upon us. And now the coach is saying maybe he doesn’t want the job?
There’s no time for the club to wait and see any more. Change will come with or without their plans and they may not have a better opportunity to add a few new faces, lose a few old ones, implement some wrinkles into the game plan and find a new voice to yell at Andrew Mackie.
Some hard decisions need to be made and this is the time to make them. ‘Lips’ won’t be around to do it. Gary Junior either. But don’t worry, not everyone’s leaving. The Cats haven’t quite burnt me out just yet.
A week is a long time in footy, apparently. And a few things of note have happened since my last… Ok, forget it. Essentially the Geelong Football Club is falling apart and I’ve been quieter than Leon Davis on Grand Final day. Terrible job by me and I vow to do better over trade week, the draft period and even during the Ashes.
But for argument’s sake, let’s say I was suffering ‘burnout’ and that after four highly successful years I was unsure if I wanted to continue Big League Little League next year. You, as readers, would probably be likely to think, ‘thank you, but we’d like someone who actually gives a shit’. Perhaps you’d make more ‘mailing it in’ comments, perhaps you’d encourage me to lift, but eventually you’d stop reading.
Yes, I’m no longer talking about me. And yes, Mark-Bomber-Lips-Thompson ‘not knowing’ if he wants to coach again next season is as good as not wanting to.
Don’t get me wrong; I’m not calling for his head. However this plays out, he will go down in history as not only Geelong’s greatest coach, (doing what so many before him failed to do, including another BLLL favourite Malcolm Blight) but possibly as the man behind the most dominant team and game-style in AFL history. Not only that but he was likeable, refused to play idiotic media games, gave birth to one of Mrs Watson’s more memorable nicknames and was at one stage rumored to be sleeping with half the housewives in Geelong West. Good times. But if his heart is longer 100% in it there will be more lost than gained by him staying around.
The Cats are at the most interesting of crossroads. Their record against top four teams this season was woeful. Against lesser opposition they were still able to turn it on for a quarter or two and put games away, but the kamikaze handball, play-on at all costs game-plan that produced 2 flags is no longer holding up against the best. Lips Thompson has only one more year to run on his contract, the country’s best player is on the verge of leaving and an extremely important trade and draft period are almost upon us. And now the coach is saying maybe he doesn’t want the job?
There’s no time for the club to wait and see any more. Change will come with or without their plans and they may not have a better opportunity to add a few new faces, lose a few old ones, implement some wrinkles into the game plan and find a new voice to yell at Andrew Mackie.
Some hard decisions need to be made and this is the time to make them. ‘Lips’ won’t be around to do it. Gary Junior either. But don’t worry, not everyone’s leaving. The Cats haven’t quite burnt me out just yet.