Judge, Tommy Hafey's philosophy was that the game was won on attacking footy. Ideally I subscribe to this view as well. I realize however that the game has long since evolved or more aptly devolved well beyond Tommy's style of play, and more's the pity. I miss the days when players more or less stuck to their positions, and when the play was down the other end of the ground the key forwards and defenders would stand alongside each other with hands on hips waiting for the ball to come back towards them, ready to throw themselves back into the fray. The days when the positions on a team sheet actually meant something. Now, you could attend any game over any round, and all you will see are 36 blokes playing twister on a postage stamp, while tumbleweeds blow through vast expanses of the ground, and I HATE THAT!!
I can't understand why you'd be surprised that I wouldn't want a Paul Roos or a Ross Lyon within a mile of my footy club. I'm just so disillusioned with the game right now. In fact I haven't been to a game since the Essendon debacle.Between Richmond's 32 year (and counting ) cycle of ongoing hopelessness, the rugby crap that the game's degenerated into, the tanking denials, Essendon's never ending drug saga, inconsistent MRP rulings, the favouritism shown to the Interstate sides, particularly the resources thrown at the new mickey mouse franchises, I really feel like giving the game away.
