Posted by PJ on September 1, 2009
After missing the previous Monday Night Football, the crowd were ill at ease on whether Jackett would show up this week.
They were not disappointed.
But they were unhappy with his opening half hour of play. Showing only glimpses of brilliance, Jackett once again struggled with his fitness. However, playing a low risk game he gradually worked into this 90 minute battle.
The ground was hardened by the late winter sun. Dusty and scratchy from the lack of the nourishment that only rain can provide. The field cracked through his boots that had been put up on the retirement hook many years ago. While they were bought in a North American sports store for just $US30, they have travelled with their user on many, many passages to victory and defeat.
While Jackett’s agent is working on an endorsement deal that will lock Jackett into a multi year deal with a leading shoe supplier, its privately understood that the delay is the bad press Jackett has been getting from some areas of the media. But not from this little black duck at The Chronicle.
Back to the game report: little by little, bit by bit, Jackett worked into the middle of the field barking instructions to his loyal subjects. Those around him asked for more of this direction “lead us to the bright lights”.
Down 3 to 1 with 30 minutes to go, Jackett ordered that they play through the middle of the field. That’s were the lazy players would be hiding. How did Jackett know? Because he had many times found solace behind the ruck and relying on his faster defenders either side.
3 to 2 become 3 all very quickly with 10 minutes on the clock.
Do I need to explain how the game had been locked up? NO I don’t. You, my loyal readers have heard it all before.
“Lets make this happen one more time”
Parry and thrust, to and fro…the last 10 minutes went slowly as both teams tried to find a way to win.
While you are looking to hear if it was Jackett’s day…alas it was not.
But on this last night of winter, what we saw was the path towards warm Spring nights. With that cold sharp air behind us, who knows what we are about to see from the people’s champion.
While this battle wore on there were whispers from the stands that there is another magician out there. “Have you heard there is another…he comes from the lowlands”, “He is not from Terry Hills”, “Some say he quit to become a star in Hollywood”.
This commentator will spend every waking moment to try and discover this ghost.
Will this person bring balance to the game and give Jackett the challenge he as yearned since the 1997 Grand Final against the Beacon Hill Bears. What will Jackett do if he hears his nemesis has returned?
Does this man exist? Or is he just another myth?
I will find out
The Chronicle
After missing the previous Monday Night Football, the crowd were ill at ease on whether Jackett would show up this week.
They were not disappointed.
But they were unhappy with his opening half hour of play. Showing only glimpses of brilliance, Jackett once again struggled with his fitness. However, playing a low risk game he gradually worked into this 90 minute battle.
The ground was hardened by the late winter sun. Dusty and scratchy from the lack of the nourishment that only rain can provide. The field cracked through his boots that had been put up on the retirement hook many years ago. While they were bought in a North American sports store for just $US30, they have travelled with their user on many, many passages to victory and defeat.
While Jackett’s agent is working on an endorsement deal that will lock Jackett into a multi year deal with a leading shoe supplier, its privately understood that the delay is the bad press Jackett has been getting from some areas of the media. But not from this little black duck at The Chronicle.
Back to the game report: little by little, bit by bit, Jackett worked into the middle of the field barking instructions to his loyal subjects. Those around him asked for more of this direction “lead us to the bright lights”.
Down 3 to 1 with 30 minutes to go, Jackett ordered that they play through the middle of the field. That’s were the lazy players would be hiding. How did Jackett know? Because he had many times found solace behind the ruck and relying on his faster defenders either side.
3 to 2 become 3 all very quickly with 10 minutes on the clock.
Do I need to explain how the game had been locked up? NO I don’t. You, my loyal readers have heard it all before.
“Lets make this happen one more time”
Parry and thrust, to and fro…the last 10 minutes went slowly as both teams tried to find a way to win.
While you are looking to hear if it was Jackett’s day…alas it was not.
But on this last night of winter, what we saw was the path towards warm Spring nights. With that cold sharp air behind us, who knows what we are about to see from the people’s champion.
While this battle wore on there were whispers from the stands that there is another magician out there. “Have you heard there is another…he comes from the lowlands”, “He is not from Terry Hills”, “Some say he quit to become a star in Hollywood”.
This commentator will spend every waking moment to try and discover this ghost.
Will this person bring balance to the game and give Jackett the challenge he as yearned since the 1997 Grand Final against the Beacon Hill Bears. What will Jackett do if he hears his nemesis has returned?
Does this man exist? Or is he just another myth?
I will find out
The Chronicle
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