Titch whether it's Dreamtime or a rank and file game in round 2, 8 or 20 what you get is the same.
Nothing then some more nothing then something that then turns into nothing then more nothing.
Grigg. I don't care whether he tags or he plays on a wing or he plays anywhere else he is so bereft of intensity they may as well put a life size card board cut out of him to do the job.
Hampson. I don't care about father and son. I wish him and Megan all the best on their new life with their son but I sincerely hope he doesn't play many more game for us.
Houli. Where was the run and carry, the kicking the effort the goal scoring off half back this week? No right foot, oblivious to the obvious, below par AFL standard player. That's it.
Griffiths. Was woeful last night but happy to persist with him atm.
Chaplin. You put your right fot in you put you right foot out you put your right foot in and you shake it all about. You do the hokey pokey and you turn around and that's what he's all about.
