Really once upon a time they were the days of eternal sunshine - spring led to finals led to flags led to a summer spent waiting for the next year to roll around, all was sweet and everything made sense. Now, now sadness follows the blues and by midwinter the year is shot and arguments and dissections begin again, cut this, scrap that, redo this, trade him, and him, and probably him and so on...we are the haunting harmonica, the melancholic steel guitar, we have gravel for voices and leadbellies in our boots...is it a curse...are we forever doomed?
There are many reasons, like the way we sack coaches faster than other teams change away strips The way we surround ourselves with the stench of what we once were rather than what we could be It is also about talent and how we search only for the diamonds and forget the other gems that can be unearthed It's patience in developing kids, committing to their futures, their paths, not lining up draft picks like slaves on crosses in a remake of Spartacus...that's the image I have...all those boys we've recruited, all the bodies limp and dead on the shrinking vine that is this club. We do not care and in not caring create the rot that keeps feeding on the roots of our aspirations.
So why can't we develop, why this obsession with only the top end talent - and even then only the best of what they do...when will we commit to developing all our players to be the best they can be, not for the jumper - @#$%&! the jumper - it's just colours, cloth and patterns, but for them, the kids who get no choice but must arrive at our clubhouse to be broken on the dreams of what we once were.
You can see it already in Walsh, in Doc, in Cripps, they talk the talk the club wants them to talk but the walk, no one guides their walk, we just push them out to perform and then discard when that performance falters...
get rid of Cripps...its his fault now, as it was Murph's before and so on and so on...trust me I know, I am as guilty as any at the club because I feasted on those glory days, gorged on the flags, the records, the sublime players but I'd like to toss the jumper away now, relocate the club somewhere else, melt the cups into slag heaps and start again.
Already I've had calls, and texts about when will Voss go, when can we trade out Cripps, how can we secure the number 1 pick... again... really...we are back there again...
How about this...
Put in place around Voss what Voss needs. Put in place around the players what they need. Tell everyone from the CEO down, that's it, that's what this place is about, not finals, not flags, not being the best club in a jungle of chest-beating clubs...just this, a football club, a place where aspirants are recruited to follow and develop a dream...just that.
Don't care about flags, really we need to let that go...lets just become the best club at developing the players we select....the best club at helping dreams reach fruition...the best club at nurturing, at supporting, at developing... Stop this insane revolution of years as if we are a giant spinning wheel and if we spin it enough times we'll come up with a flag...@#$%&! that...
lets just work on helping our players be the best they can be, helping them and the coach forge a team that is the best it can be, take our eyes off the hallucination that we are all about flags and get back to what this club should be about,
finding and nurturing players...
maybe then we can find our way out of the blues and back to being Carlton.
_________________ This type of slight is alien in the more cultured part of the world - Walsh. Its up there with mad dogs, Englishmen and the midday sun!
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