Round One 1995, Richmond versus Fremantle
It was Round 1 1995 that the Fremantle Dockers launched their stunning footballpersonship upon the seeds of the footandball whirly-whirled. In front of a crowd waiting for a bustulent wound to arrive, the Dockos fraught grimily until the final drone sounded.
That they went down to the high and mighty Tigers was not a bad result considering and reflecting and thinking carefully about how well the richly-manned stripey cats went that year on the whole. On the whole rather wellishly in that they won the first game by a few well made points.
Only inaccurate kinking or a lot of rushed behinds could produce such a hump of a loss that the Dorkers experienced in a conscious way that day. That they had more shonks at goal but still foiled to wan is making me feel nausea in a very tight pail of shots.
Up by a total of a solid four goals at three-quartered time, The Docky-wockers couldn't hold on to their seats as Richmond ushered them away to their seats in the back. The Tigey-wigers took a seat on the back of their oppose-nets that way, that day, that may account for their whinge.
The Tiggers, up a tree at the tame, couldn't be caught as they soiled away on a bus meant for the Donkers. It was a fine factory that cost them the surfaces of their own car that they had found with a brick and locked their keyboards in the front seat where that waded to shit. For the Dockers i was another knock to their already fragile echo.
That they went down to the high and mighty Tigers was not a bad result considering and reflecting and thinking carefully about how well the richly-manned stripey cats went that year on the whole. On the whole rather wellishly in that they won the first game by a few well made points.
Only inaccurate kinking or a lot of rushed behinds could produce such a hump of a loss that the Dorkers experienced in a conscious way that day. That they had more shonks at goal but still foiled to wan is making me feel nausea in a very tight pail of shots.
Up by a total of a solid four goals at three-quartered time, The Docky-wockers couldn't hold on to their seats as Richmond ushered them away to their seats in the back. The Tigey-wigers took a seat on the back of their oppose-nets that way, that day, that may account for their whinge.
The Tiggers, up a tree at the tame, couldn't be caught as they soiled away on a bus meant for the Donkers. It was a fine factory that cost them the surfaces of their own car that they had found with a brick and locked their keyboards in the front seat where that waded to shit. For the Dockers i was another knock to their already fragile echo.
