Can we ease up on the escapee artistry? Too many more of those wins and our hearts will escape our chest cavities! Time to Restump Podcast the too close for comfort win over a plucky Port Power... oh and the heart-breaking Nat Fyfe news none of us wanted.
You can have all the science in the world at your disposal and access to the greatest minds, but no one escapes the aging process. Even the great man Nat Fyfe is but a mere mortal.
It was the news we all knew was coming, we just didn’t know when. Many of us hoped there was one more year in the dual Brownlow medallist, but he’s called time on his illustrious and unrivalled career. He thrilled us for now 16 years, he delivered the club accolades, he provided hope when there was none and, more times than we can count, he picked up the team and carried it across the line.
After David Mundy’s farewell a few years back, Sonny Walter’s exit a couple of weeks ago and now Fyfey’s departure, it brings to an end the 2013 premiership era representation at Freo. While we have and will continue to live on the vivid memories, it sadly closes the door to a period that we, as Fremantle football club loving purple people, cherished and built our future hope on.
Could we do the unthinkable? In our 31st year in the league, could the fairy-tale unfold? Is the prospect of sending off the great man with a premiership medal based in any possible reality? Imagine the absurd sense of exhilaration of it. It would send the club and us fans to nostalgic levels beyond our current comprehension.
Fate is in our own hands. Leave nothing to chance, leave nothing in the tank and leave winning not until the end, like we have been doing of late. Lets go all in and immortalise Fyfey and the Fremantle Football club.
Speaking of not leaving winning until the last second, are we pushing our luck? I know we self-profess to be a “win from anywhere” team but do we have to prove it up every week? Just because we can, doesn't mean we should. Could we just bring things forward a touch and put results to bed before we pass out with anxiety?
We genuinely got out of jail Saturday night. We didn't play anywhere near out best and a depleted Port Adelaide took advantage and all but put us away.
Without some Alex Pearce heroics, aided by his trusty Serong sidekick, it would have been "good old Freo found another way to screw it up” again. But this new mentally tough purple posse is a different bag. There's a resilience there now and a coinciding self-belief. There's a calmness about them when surrounded by chaos late in games. They're well drilled, they execute rehearsed strategies and they're super fit. But is it a sustainable strategy? Is it conducive to the ultimate success?
Too much to get through here so let’s pick it all up on the pod. So, wipe your Fyfey news tears, bring your box of Kleenex and grab your security blanket. Hey, we don’t have all the answers and we’re not the gate keepers of keynotes or guardians of the gab, so settle in get involved and add your piece to the Docker dialogue.
