In my hypothetical Pub bash up where the Saffers drag guys out into the dunny to belt them and the Darkness pull'em under the bar to do the job where are our Wob bashers and what level of mongrel to they bring to their fight?
To me there in the middle of the floor, confused and perplexed about everything and with out much of a clue about what to do. Why is this so?
Deans successfuly underahndedly instilled the notion that failure is somehow a success and gallantry was nice. Under Link we hope(d), with his own bash background, he might be the Freddie Roach for us in setting the right blokes with enough mongrel instinct in the middle of the room to match, and then conquer the other blokes.
But he's looking increasingly like a morteined floor roach in how he sets his pack sees the way to the promised land.
Im talking about balls here -and big ones and not limited to 2. Thorn and Ratallick, to me have at least 3 or 4 the size of a camel. Forget skill and the puff pastry stuff ...at this level that is taken for granted. Lets stop the pretense, the excuses and do the hard honest look at our forwards...based on size and number of balls!
Go on rate them...then pick the pack!
Heres a start using two well known bruisers as a benchmark- Thorne and Retallick- 4 camel size
Us...
Hodgson -2 donkey size
Moore-3 pit bull size
TPN- 2 yak
Higginbotham-2 red kangaroo
Horwill-2 Brahama
Simmons ..now be honest and based against Thorne and co.
Go on rate them....