We should have seen this coming. Wet weather (the understatement of the year), early season Warriors and a Storm side who’ve been controlling the ruck since the beginning of time. If the dreadful forecast wasn’t enough to dampen your spirits, Cameron Smith kicking on the fourth tackle of the game should have been a strong indication that Friday night wasn’t going to be much fun for the almost 10,000 hardy souls who braved the conditions at Mt Smart Stadium. After a brief display of Warrior-ball, the match settled into a grind, against precisely the team you don’t want to be involved in a grind with, and Melbourne executed their gameplan far more efficiently than the men from Mt Smart.
Part of me feels like I should be more annoyed. Furious even. Saturday evening’s loss to Penrith leaves the Warriors with only four wins from the first ten games, in a year when we were supposed to be challenging for the title. Instead, with almost half the season in the rear-view mirror, we sit 13th on the ladder, the off-field drama won’t go away and the pressure on both the coaching staff and the playing group gets more intense by the week. One star recruit is injured and done for the season, the other lost his Kiwis jumper and had his starting spot taken by a 20-year-old debutant.
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Seven rounds into 2016 and the Warriormobile has made its usual spluttering start along the NRL’s Competition Road. A win against the Bulldogs breathed some life into the old girl but, as Shaun Johnson reminds us, it counts for very little unless the men from Mt Smart can keep their foot on the gas. As the first third of the season makes its way into the rear-view mirror, it does feel as though there’s a need for the Warriors to find some consistency soon or run the risk of not making their Finals destination before Mad Monday arrives. But, then, needing is one thing and getting is another.
Can you imagine anywhere in the world that could beat sitting on a plastic yellow seat in Penrose on a Sunday afternoon? I haven’t been everywhere, man, but I find it hard to picture such a place. Just the thought of the uncomfortable yellow seat I’ll call my own in 2016 sends a little shiver up the spine, brings a few goosebumps to the arms.
It feels great to be heading home.