Members of Warrior Nation, I write to you today with an important announcement. At the start of business this morning, a decision was made to relieve the plain black cotton underwear formerly known as ‘my lucky underwear’ from gameday duties. This announcement comes with great regret and sadness, but it is a decision that I believe had to be made. I can assure you this is a decision that was not made lightly. Obviously this is not the way any of us had hoped this relationship would end. Despite the turmoil of recent weeks, I would hope that once the dust settles, both parties will be able to look back and remember the good times we shared. On a day like today, it is important to remember and to celebrate the past, in order to put it behind us and move on. Continue reading Terminated
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.
Another week, another golden point loss.
With the Cronulla defeat still fresh in the memory, this weekend hurts just that little bit more. Not just because the Warriors came so agonisingly close to the two points for the second time in three games, not just because it was against a Manly squad sitting below them on the ladder, but because it is a match the men from Mt Smart will look back at and wonder how they didn’t win, wonder why haven’t finally broken the Perth hoodoo.
After a rocky start, when for a brief moment it felt like the torrential rain was about to drown everything that has been good about the past few months, the Kiwi side worked their way back into the match and hammered away at the Manly door waiting for it to break down. It nearly did. On multiple occasions. But somehow the Warriors left WA with nothing to show for their efforts. Continue reading Golden Raindrops
It’s not often I feel good about a loss. In general, losing leaves a sour taste in the mouth that doesn’t go down well, but this week I find myself feeling more than satisfied, almost euphoric, licking my lips even, as if the team bus stopped at Wendy’s on the way back to Mt Smart. I’m telling you right now, get ready for finals football, Warrior Nation, this team is the real deal.
Going into this game I was nervous. I don’t like the water at the best of times, but the thought of Deep Sea Diving with Sharks on a 10-game winning streak sent a shiver up my spine. For the entire month of June there’s been a smile on my face — winners are grinners after all — but all the while that voice at the back of my head has been whispering. ‘Just wait ‘til you play someone good. Wait until you play a team who can attack, then let’s see what happens.’
We’d caught Brisbane at a good time, beat an awful Knights side, then scraped home against a Roosters team who seem to have forgotten that they are the same club who have been Minor Premiers for the past three seasons. There were encouraging signs among those three victories, but Cronulla was to be the true test to see how these men from Mt Smart stacked up against the big boys of the NRL. If you’ve been on this Warriors rollercoaster as long as I have, you will appreciate the need to sometimes fear the worst, you will understand that worrying about your hopes and dreams being savagely torn to shreds by a frenzy of Sharks is an entirely legitimate concern. Continue reading Tasty Loss