I was at that game too. Right up on the fence in the dying minutes giving it to Fraser Gehrig with both barrels in an attempt to put him off (for all the good it did.) Although I left bitterly disappointed, I never had the feeling anything untoward had been done by our blokes. As usual, we were just fighting out of our class.
Carlton were already going to steal our prize (Kruezer) and everybody knew it. They ended up with picks 1 and 3 (instead of 1 and 2 if we'd won). And they traded pick 3 to West Coast for Judd, which they would have done with pick 2 anyway.