Tigers beat Carlton grit by bit
Herald-Sun
Mark Robinson
March 21, 2008
THE season was just 40 minutes old and, by anyone's reckoning, it was to be death by a thousand skill errors for Terry Wallace.
The Tigers trailed by 25 points, and the strut was back at Carlton and the stumble remained at Richmond.
This is the fourth year of a five-year contract for Wallace, and the earliest of crows was that a fifth year appeared unlikely.
Like a broken record, the Tigers missed targets, missed goals, popped the ball on to teammates' heads and handballed to teammates in trouble.
If we didn't live by a calendar, you could have sworn it was July last year.
But perhaps these Tigers are made of sterner stuff.
Wallace changed the game plan.
He demanded one-on-one all over the ground, and while the game wasn't pretty, at least the Tigers made it a contest.
Blues runners Marc Murphy, Andrew Carrazzo, Kade Simpson, Nick Stevens were closed down.
The Tigers lifted their tackling and harassment, and three goals in the last seven minutes of the half got them back within six points.
The turnaround possibly will be a "statement" period for the Tigers.
Indeed, Wallace had been on the hustings this past week, publicly putting on his players.
In essence, his message was simple: the time for wimp footy was over.
The time had come to be men.
Last night's win was against a team high on energy and low on experience. But for Wallace and players, 2008 had to start with a victory.
Once again, the Tigers lived and died by Matthew Richardson, with a little help from a group of players who, after being passengers in the first half, were heavily influencing in the second.
Skipper Kane Johnson bettered any of his performances in 2007 with a standout effort in the midfield.
Long-time the whipping boy of the leadership group, Johnson was steady when the game had to be won.
He's slow, his kicking is questionable, but last night his creativity came by hand.
Eight kicks and 16 handballs helped carve up a tiring Carlton midfield in the second half.
Wallace also found massively improved efforts after halftime from Chris Newman; Kane Pettifer, who played high/midfield; Jordan McMahon, who played back, forward and then back; Nathan Brown; Andrew Raines; and Graham Polak off the pine.
Yet it was Richo who kept Wallace on anxiety pills.
The big fella kicked five goals, missed two and fell short on another.
If the Tiges had lost, Richo would have been heavily scrutinised.
The Tiges won, so Richo's the hero.
It's tough playing footy like that, let alone coaching.
Still, 15 touches, 11 marks, seven contested, meant it was smiles all-round.
Richo stands 195cm, but perhaps two blokes who stand just 177cm (Nathan Foley) and 174cm (Jake King) were the symbolic Tigers last night. Foley will be a star, if not already.
The other bloke is beauty.
King might not have a 10th of Richo's natural talent, but most players won't have a 10th of King's substance.
In him, and Foley, the Tigers have spirit.
For the Blues, all the hoo-ha throughout summer was pricked in 120 minutes.
Chris Judd's impact stopped in the third quarter. He had the willpower but not the body, and his inability to explode off the mark and break into and from packs, and into space, made it easier for tagger Daniel Jackson to keep him in check.
The Blues skipper easily won the first half. But symbolic of Jackson's gradual climb to equal standing was when he kicked the first goal of the last quarter, a booming drop punt from 48m that gave the Tigers an eight-point lead.
Judd was good, without being great. His last 45 minutes showed that he, indeed, is not match-fit.
Brendan Fevola, too, lost energy at halftime.
Fevola was super from the start, but as the game wore on, so did his frustrations.
Not with his teammates, but with the game.
He kicked a goal 13 minutes into the third quarter to give the Blues a two-goal lead and, by rights, they should have gone on with it. They didn't.
The Tigers kicked the next seven and the game was over.
For Fevola, it was supposed to be a night of redemption.
It was anything but.
The two biggest names at the club -- Judd and Fevola -- finished on the bench.
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