2nd June 2009
In the passion of the 1960’s Frank Valli hit song “What becomes of the broken hearted” a young man may forever be taken from the game that has made brought joy to those around the world.
After overcoming a debilitating injury from last week’s memorable game of Terry Hills touch footy, Jackett took to the field last evening in conditions made only for mad dogs and Englishman. It was a wet and drunken pitch from a week of torrential rain, conditions usually made for magestic ball players such as Jackett but this evening it was not to be.
The regime of [some] ice, beer and ribs worked wonders on Jackett’s injury from last week and he was moving well across the field. However, the spark was not there. The driving runs, the impossible passes to his lesser team mates around him….making them look somewhat like the champion that Jackett is….or was.
For this night his game fell down in a manner not seen since the early 90’s when he as cast adrift by the Management at Manly. Even his sojourn to Northern Australia in ‘93 did nothing for his game and it left him with a knee injury he has carried to this day. It was not until many years later did we again see glimpses of what was and what maybe still.
With just 30 minutes of play left in the game, Jackett once again heard that ever so familiar crunch and tear from below. No, it was not his shorts nor was it the same right hand side lower leg that dropped him to the turf last week. This night it was his lower left leg that buckled. As his team mates looked on, Jackett when to the sidelines and decided whether or not to continue.
In what was merely a ghost of his known talents. he played on in pain as he had done so many times before. The game wore down its miserable end. As Jackett trudged wet, cold and muddy from the sodden ground he pondered was this the end. Would the end be at this non-descript ground in these conditions?
Had poor form and ongoing injury brought down the curtain on a 33 year career that has brought so much joy to the tax paying public…the workers of this great land?
Head down as he presented himself to the media conference after the game, Jackett mumbled that he would once again carry out his recovery regime of ribs and beer to get back on the park next week.
But this reporter asks why would he do it again? What is so important that it would make him display his talent again? Can Jackett overcome form and injury?
More importantly do we really want him too? This reporter thinks he has done enough…its now a younger mans game.
But there is only one person that can answer these questions and it may well be Frank Valli and his Four Seascons. What does become of the broken hearted?
The Chronicle
In the passion of the 1960’s Frank Valli hit song “What becomes of the broken hearted” a young man may forever be taken from the game that has made brought joy to those around the world.
After overcoming a debilitating injury from last week’s memorable game of Terry Hills touch footy, Jackett took to the field last evening in conditions made only for mad dogs and Englishman. It was a wet and drunken pitch from a week of torrential rain, conditions usually made for magestic ball players such as Jackett but this evening it was not to be.
The regime of [some] ice, beer and ribs worked wonders on Jackett’s injury from last week and he was moving well across the field. However, the spark was not there. The driving runs, the impossible passes to his lesser team mates around him….making them look somewhat like the champion that Jackett is….or was.
For this night his game fell down in a manner not seen since the early 90’s when he as cast adrift by the Management at Manly. Even his sojourn to Northern Australia in ‘93 did nothing for his game and it left him with a knee injury he has carried to this day. It was not until many years later did we again see glimpses of what was and what maybe still.
With just 30 minutes of play left in the game, Jackett once again heard that ever so familiar crunch and tear from below. No, it was not his shorts nor was it the same right hand side lower leg that dropped him to the turf last week. This night it was his lower left leg that buckled. As his team mates looked on, Jackett when to the sidelines and decided whether or not to continue.
In what was merely a ghost of his known talents. he played on in pain as he had done so many times before. The game wore down its miserable end. As Jackett trudged wet, cold and muddy from the sodden ground he pondered was this the end. Would the end be at this non-descript ground in these conditions?
Had poor form and ongoing injury brought down the curtain on a 33 year career that has brought so much joy to the tax paying public…the workers of this great land?
Head down as he presented himself to the media conference after the game, Jackett mumbled that he would once again carry out his recovery regime of ribs and beer to get back on the park next week.
But this reporter asks why would he do it again? What is so important that it would make him display his talent again? Can Jackett overcome form and injury?
More importantly do we really want him too? This reporter thinks he has done enough…its now a younger mans game.
But there is only one person that can answer these questions and it may well be Frank Valli and his Four Seascons. What does become of the broken hearted?
The Chronicle
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