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Crows: Capable of Obstruction but not Government

Posted by johnk on 13th August 2010

I tipped Western Bulldogs to beat Adelaide yesterday
and bet on them to get over the line. And they did,
but, sitting in the rain in that lonely park

I only wanted Adelaide to find a method,
any method, to kick a couple of goals
in the last quarter and to stay in front.

In the previous fortnight, with no Goodwin,
Davis, McLeod or Johncock, Adelaide
was missing its customary drive

From the backlines. Bock was back,
but Bock was just back, not truly back.
Yesterday Graham Johncock was superb,

Efficient in the slippery wet, wise
decisions in the cold heat of the battle,
a beautiful arching body sneaking

Out of his opponent’s grip, sublime
placement of kicks. The ball doesn’t drop
into Graham’s hands.
From the pocket,

You can see him making position
ten possessions before he’s in the zone.
He’s not a ball magnet – no player is.

He reads the play as an eagle tracks the path
of a rabbit or a fox in the open plains.
Over the years, Graham has had noise

in his personal life, but he’s also been
Adelaide’s quietest, most unsung hero.

I love watching him, especially yesterday
in the cold AAMI twilight and three quarters
of steady slow rain. He kept us in the game

And so, too, did Ben Rutten, faster that Barry Hall
in a foot race between two awkward camels.
Adelaide were obstructers in the Senate,

against the Dogs but they lacked hardness
at the Government end of the ground.
Taylor Walker, still only 19, doesn’t know

how to put his body over the ball, ride the tackle
and still get a slick handball out. He’s young
and, like Barnaby Joyce, still thinks that he has to

Piss on every tree. His wisdom will come eventually,
but here this conceit collapses. Wisdom will never
visit Barnaby Joyce
. Kurt Tippett took hard marks

In the slippery wet, but couldn’t convert.
Adelaide needed an oily fish at its feet,
a slick porpoise in the muddy sea.

They have one in their menagerie. But, this year,
he’s been asked to perform other tricks.
And thus, in Round 19, Adelaide left the race

for the coveted eight spot. Oh, yes, miracles
can happen – Hawthorn may not win again
and two or three others may draw each contest

in the next three weeks. The maths is not over,
but the season is. The coach will survive,
and so he should. He’s left his glass box

And come down to the ground, where he twitches
with every contest, as we do. He calls the play
as he is watching it, as we do in the stands.

This is not like a politician catching the bus
once or twice in an electoral cycle with cameras
firing. He’s become one of us, again,

A pseudo-player, and a fan and a sufferer
of poor fortune in bold and brilliant skies.

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Framing the bets

Posted by johnk on 2nd November 2009

by John Kingsmill

My new Adelaide Review editor only gave me 250 words on the Melbourne Cup this year.
I filed this last week when there were still 39 hats in the ring:

Alcopop took SA country form to Melbourne, won the JRA and Herbert Power and went straight to the Cup. Skip the premarket 6/1 odds. Lay against that on Betfair and look for 10/1 in the ring. If he wins, I’m stupid but you will profit. But he won’t win and you will get your money back. Read the rest of this entry »

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General Footy Writing: All over, bar the weeping

Posted by johnk on 8th October 2009

By John Kingsmill

Every year fifteen teams run out of air. Some are shot early in the season; coaches walk, players have operations, fans think about a second team or go back to reading books.

Two teams exit in the first week of the finals. Two others tease their fans only to experience a ruder shock after the second week. The prelims are always tears for some and then, on grand final day, everybody has a quiet weep on the side.

It’s a mystery given that fifteen teams lose every year that the AFL manages to sustain its market. Footy fans have a huge ability to swallow decades, if not a lifetime, of hollow shallow loss.

South Australian fans, in particular, are just beginning to wake up to the cold reality of joining the Melbourne-based national competition. Read the rest of this entry »

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General Footy Writing: Birdman’s mark ranks as high as any in my mind

Posted by johnk on 2nd September 2009

By John Kingsmill

Late in the third quarter of the Round 22 game between Adelaide and Carlton at Etihad, Brett Burton took what Channel Ten described as the Mark of the Century.

Jason Dunstall said: “During the third quarter break, I think we will probably show this mark maybe twenty times. That won’t be enough for me. I will want to see this one again and again and again. I don’t think I will ever not want to have another look at this mark.” Read the rest of this entry »

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General Footy Writing: A gap in the script

Posted by johnk on 28th August 2009

By John Kingsmill

5.20pm, Monday 24 August 2009
5AA drivetime sport radio

-o-

Graham Cornes: An email from John Kingsmill:

“Every night, now, you two have a domestic squabble on air.”

Stephen Rowe: Yeah? What about?

GC: Oh, because you said something off air about Port Adelaide and I said…

SR: Because I said it off air and I didn’t want it on air.

GC: And then he says…

SR: Whatever…[angrily]

GC: He says:

“ I have a serious question. Why are you arguing like this on air? Is this meant to be edgy radio or do you really not like each other?” Read the rest of this entry »

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General Footy Writing: An open letter to Neil Craig (after a slap to the editors)

Posted by johnk on 16th August 2009

John Kingsmill

On the City of Churches, Adelaide Pubs, Why Neil Craig is Obstinate, and How the Adelaide Fans Have Got It Wrong for Five Long Years

PREAMBLE

First, more things Footy Almanac readers don’t need to know.

Or perhaps they do.

Not colonised by convicts but by free settlers, South Australia offered another attraction to those unhappy English who chose to uproot and carry their goods, chattels and habits to another side of the world. Read the rest of this entry »

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General Footy Writing: Bells are ringing in City of Churches

Posted by johnk on 14th August 2009

On warbling magpies, Adelaide’s wheels, Didak’s revenge, Burton’s orthodoxy and Port’s head jobs …

JOHN KINGSMILL

Here are some things you don’t need to know.

If you hear magpies warbling at 3am, it’s the female of the species on heat. She’s saying that she’s fed and fat and ready to propagate the species. The warble is a come-on-guys call, show me what you’ve got.

A rule of thumb in the southern hemisphere is that this behaviour continues up until the first full moon in August. Then the deed is done and we have six weeks of magpies dive-bombing humans to keep them away from their nest. After that brief six-week period, magpies are normal and friendly again for the rest of the year. Read the rest of this entry »

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AFL Round 12: Adelaide v North Melbourne: Crows’ win more impressive than you might think

Posted by johnk on 15th June 2009

By John Kingsmill
I sat in the winter rain with my red Rocky Mountaineer fold-down beanie over my ears; my Kathmandu lightweight altica mountain top, with a fold-up zippered collar that reached the beanie; a $2 plastic poncho over all of that; a waterproof rug over my 56-year-old denim knees; a Crows cushion on the seat; a 5AA earpiece in my ears so that I could be told who was involved in every play; and I felt as warm as toast in the outer, in spite of the cold and the wet.

I thought these things:

The torrid conditions slowed the play down for all players, which meant that Andrew Macleod had more of a chance to stay with the play and thus had one of his better games for the year. He’s on his way out, I suspect. It will be a bold decision for him to play on next year. He still got caught a number of times tonight. It’s time for him to go. Hopefully, he comes to this decision by himself. Unlike Ben Hart, he has more going for him in the outside world – his media commitments and his connections with the Territory – retirement might not be a big decision for him to make.

I was very impressed that on many occasions Patrick Dangerfield put himself into the contest, into the middle of the pack, usually on his knees, and, as he fought for possession of the ball, he also fought as hard as he could to get back onto his feet. On at least three occasions, he emerged from the rabble as not only the one with the ball in his hand, but the only one on his feet.

He’s an intuitively intelligent footballer, this one, destined for great things.

He’s like a baby Riccuito with some Jarman intelligence and straightline orthodoxy in the mix. It will be fascinating to watch him develop over the next five years, to see whether his maturing body and mind will give him a Voss or Riccuito type of strength, or whether he will stay lean and instead acquire a Hird type of reckless courage, or a Wanganeen type of cunning. Or a Judd who has all of those things.

In my view, he has the opportunity to become a premiership-winning champion.
I am glad Craig played him very sparingly last year and is only bringing him on slowly this year.

The ability to stay on your feet in a wet weather contest was a key to much that happened tonight, I thought. The conditions turned single opportunities into multiple opportunities for those who could quickly regain their footing.

Adelaide is well served by little blokes with low centres of gravity who can bounce back up quickly – Tyson Edwards, Porp and Petrenko come to mind. That Dangerfield can do this too, not being little, is a bonus.

Symes and Shirley, in particular, could, I think, learn a lot from studying how Dangerfield worked to get back onto his feet while he was in the middle of a contest. It’s all very well lying there stretched out on the turf, showing the world how intense your effort was. It’s more important to get straight up again. With the ball as a piece of soap, you can assume the next receiver will cough it up too. The play is never complete in the wet.

I loved Chris Knights’ set shot for goal at 50 or 55 metres. He was a long way out with a wet ball. The replay showed his kicking action a number of times.  It was a huge kick, with classic orthodox training motion. Run in evenly paced, guide the ball down, spreadeagle the legs and the arms in diametrically counterbalanced fashion… so that, at the point of contact, all limbs were off the ground.

It was like those photographs of footballers kicking long in training manuals for little kids in the fifties or sixties, or action shots of players like Bob Sherman kicking long on the front page of the Sunday Mail, where you saw how much they got off the ground at the moment of contact. Except that was the manual for just kicking long.

The modern way of kicking a long goal is not a full flight action. It’s more about leaning back, with the back foot anchored and the backbone angled, steering the thing through with controlled accuracy. Knights’ long shot at goal was a fully fleshed kick, “kicking through the ball” in the commentators’ terminology. His kick sailed through the big sticks at 20 or 30 metres’ height. How he managed to get the accuracy with the power is a modern mystery.

And that he has being doing this on the run for the last month is even better. It’s no accident, now.

The slowing down of the game because of the conditions helped Ben Rutten, who has been slow all year. Tonight, he was just as slow, but his straightline approach to the ball helped him. Bock was sensational all night. Bock and Rudd together were sensational. But better than both of those put together was Andy Otten, who played with a calmness and coolness that suggested that he has been an original member of that back Adelaide six, not one of its most recent ring-ins.

Andy Ottens is Ben Hart plus.

Plus what, exactly?

Plus ten more years maybe.

Clean skills, even in the wet, and a very good decision-making mind.

A first-thought player. His first thoughts tonight were always the best thoughts. I look forward to reading his stats tomorrow – his clearances will be high, his clangers will be zero. He’s one of Craig’s perfect system players for now. In a few years’ time, when he has mastered the defensive skills, you can see him also becoming a potential forward at parts of the season, or against particular teams, in a Scott Stevens fashion.

I was intrigued watching little Jared Petrenko playing in defence against North’s small player on debut, Cruize Gartlett. Petrenko came in for Johncock, out with the flu, and it was a good matchup in the end. Little against little. Good coaching by Craig, turning the opportunistic forward crumber into a defensive tag against another little guy. Craig spreads the roles. Quite possibly, Gartlett could have rung rings around Stiffy Johncock who is another straightline player with a large turning axis.

Adelaide played method in the wet, which meant that they had to continue to work hard all night in a lowscoring game where North never looked as if they could win, but didn’t look beaten, either, until the blowout in the last quarter.  Crap opposition, maybe, but still an impressive win because hard work, rather than silky skills, were the call of the night.
At 7-5, with a week off, only a fool would now say that Adelaide will not make the final eight. The big question is whether they can snare that elusive fourth position and get two home finals. If so, watch out!

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I have to revise my preseason prediction that Port would finish third and Adelaide eighth by Round 22, and that Port would win both of the showdowns this year.

Port will now struggle to get back in the eight. Mark Williams will be told by the end of June that he will have to reapply for his job next year, with others. Will he walk away from the club at that point, or see out his contract? Port will not be able to afford to pay him out.

Will he hang on because of his pride, or will he walk because of his pride?

His next post-match press conference at AAMI Stadium, when Port play Brisbane on 4 July, will be extremely interesting.

Both gloves will be off.

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Coach speculation: On Mark Williams

Posted by johnk on 11th June 2009

 

John Kingsmill

 

 

One of the curious aspects of the Port Adelaide/Mark Williams engagement is that the more victories Power stacks up this year, the harder it will be for Port to afford to retain him. If, for example, the Alberton waters split asunder and Power wins the 2009 premiership, suddenly Williams will become a million dollar coach. With Port’s current inadequate business model, and a marketing department that may need generational change for it to be able to fill the stadium on a regular basis, this is not a million dollar club and won’t be for a long time.

Conversely, if Power fails to win a game for the rest of the season the value on Williams’ head drops markedly, especially to any one of up to four AFL clubs who may be looking for a new helmsman next year. He might become a half million dollar man and, on that basis, Port might be interested in retaining him, especially if the figure of $750,000 currently being bandied around is a true reflection of his wage.

Williams has told the Adelaide press that he is prepared to take a pay cut to stay at Port Adelaide and that he is sick of the whole question. Further, he says that he has addressed this matter so often in Adelaide, he wonders why people still ask it.

The answer is simple.

Mark Williams has also taunted the Melbourne press often enough with his desire to return to Melbourne, that Adelaide people are entitled to wonder which part of the media he is trying to fool.

Mark sometimes enjoys these little games. After a strange performance on national TV last year, he told an Adelaide conference: “I was joking. Could you not see that I was joking?”

Only a few have access to his codebook.

Can the destabilised nature of the coaching position be the explanation for Port’s current yo-yo performance? As far as the players go, the Port situation is murkier than Collingswood’s. There, if the Pies continue to have a  season, Mick Malthouse will be shown the backdoor and Nathan Buckley will be driven to the front in a limousine.

For many that’s a choice between cod liver oil and spinach for breakfast, but the question remains whether or not a group of players will sabotage a game or a season in order to get rid of a coach. We know it happens in schoolboy and country footy; in the AFL, it’s a delicate question. Players will often win for a new coach. Will they also lose to get rid of an old one?

In Port’s case, however, is it possible that the players are throwing in these semi-regular shockers in order to keep their coach?

In the end, the reappointment of Mark Williams in 2010 and beyond may have little to do with the number of games won or lost this year.

Mark is a proven AFL premiership coach.

By the end of this minor round, he will have coached 259 games for Port and for one flag, tenth on the all-time list for longevity at any one club in the entire history of the VFL/AFL.

That, in itself, is already a mighty achievement. Leigh Matthews, for example, coached Brisbane for 237 games and three flags before he and the club thought they had no more unfinished business.

Port cannot afford to give Mark a one-year extension; that will merely extend the disruptive influence of a destabilized or lame-dog coachdom. Some may argue that a two-year term may be no better.

Port’s real question is whether management enters into a second decade relationship with Williams in the Sheedy/Essendon fashion or whether it’s time this club had a new wash of paint.

There’s a third way.

After ten years at the helm, Mark Williams may need a sabbatical and so too may the players, support staff, and some of the fans.

Give the man a holiday so that he can travel the world and refresh.

Appoint an existing AFL coach as a caretaker for a year, so that the ship doesn’t sink.

Paul Roos would be ideal and it might help him ease out of footy. Alternatively, Denis Pagan would do it. And so would Terry Wallace; but don’t go there.

It would be fascinating, though, to see what Malcolm Blight could do with Port for one year and one year only; Blight’s impact on crowd attendances could help the Port business plan, too.

Thus, Mark Williams could return in 2011, with a new spring in his step and the Revolution Could Continue.

Oops! Sorry. That was last year… what’s that damn thing again

Yes. Mark could Live the Creed once again although fifteen years might be enough.

Generation Z will be coming through then. Shudder.

 

 

 

In the meantime, two breakaways have taken a flyer in the 2009 AFL Tour – les Saints and les Purrs; the peloton is long and hard, with Hawthorn and the Western Bulldogs as chaseurs; Essendon is in full tuck position but les Dons need to be careful – they should slip back into the echelon with Port, Sydney and Brisbane and save some gas. Meanwhile, after starting like a bolt out of the bleu, Carlton has bonked and threatens to join the wheel-sucking squirrels Collingwood, Adelaide and North. As for Freo, West Coast, Richmond and Melbourne, tout la merde!

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It’s SimCity Time!

Posted by johnk on 4th May 2009

by John Kingsmill

 

In the current SimCity Adelaide Stadium Debate, I hope that the Advertiser’s report of State Treasurer Kevin Foley’s plan to move AFL from AAMI Stadium to Victoria Park and to couple footy with car-racing was flippant.

I hope that Kevin Foley was only thinking aloud, exploring the last thing that someone said to him and that he wasn’t treating that idea as a serious one.

There’s no gain in coupling a winner with a winner – the most that can be expected in that circumstance is that both markets will be equally damaged. In any case, Victoria Park and the Adelaide Park Lands in general, provide a cooling space around the CBD, a critical form of insulation from the retained heat of inner-city buildings in South Australia’s increasingly sustained heatwaves.

Those empty spaces are as essential for car-dependent Adelaide as Central Park is for New York. If nothing is built in the Park Lands for the next thirty years, that, in itself, will be a good thing.

Football Park at West Lakes has been good for footy financially since 1973 but is not the answer for the next thirty years.

Two reasons.

This stadium will always be car-dependent. Once we get over the current global financial crisis, and Swine Flu, cities like Adelaide will have to cope with the post-petrol age. It’s not just a matter of building a light-rail system to West Lakes; we will still need sufficient rolling stock to carry 40,000 people to Football Park at 6pm on a Friday night without crippling the needs of the rest of the city.

AFL worked this out some years ago, abolishing Waverley and all the suburban footy venues, except Geelong, and consolidating ten clubs around the MCG and the Docklands, and an integrated public transport system.

Second reason.

Football Park fails because, apart from the barbecue brigades in the carpark, there is nothing that invites any of its patrons to hover in the suburb either before or after the game. There’s no main street, no great choice of pubs, clubs, cafes, bistros or restaurants that have become meeting points for patrons before or after the game.

It’s a dead cold drive-in, drive-out place; it’s a soulless, isolated, single-purpose stadium that, after 35 years, has failed to generate any warmth or any history around it.

It was a dead stadium from day one and it is just as dead today. In thirty years’ time, it will be a Soviet mausoleum. Pure function, no nostalgic fondness. And the tryhard AAMI TV confirms this every week, every year, telling us when to clap, what to feel, when to feel what we feel.

It was always a dud stadium and it is still a dud stadium. We tolerate it because the football is more important than the stadium.

Opposition Leader mark Hamilton-Smith’s plan to build an AFL-ready stadium on the North Terrace site that the State Government has allocated for a new hospital is as flippant as Foley’s Victoria Park kite.

Hamilton-Smith is attempting wedge politics here – using the institutional-change resentment of some elder RAH doctors as a leg-in to a footy issue, trying to add a roar to a squeak.

He knows in his heart that a state-of-the-art clean purpose-built new hospital is a once in a lifetime offer by any government that any opposition or, for that matter, any voter would be foolish to reject.

By attempting to link these two disparate issues, he’s wilfully pissing upwind. Others have succeeded using bad faith; he thinks the current political environment is so passive that he might too.

The AFL also muddied the waters last month, wanting all SA footy, Crows and Port, to be played at Adelaide Oval. It was galling to have another state tell us how to plan our city but, on the other hand, this was the first time in thirty years that the South Australian National Football League and the South Australian Cricket Association had to think about not hating each other.

SANFL are in the box seat; they own their property.

They don’t have to do anything until they want to.

SACA is not so endowed. They need more content before they will get the development dollars.

I’d like Adelaide Oval to stay as it is – a boutique cricket ground, with grassy knolls and its luxurious history. I’d like the City Council and the State Government to preserve it in mothballs, like the Park Lands, for as long as it can, maybe for another thirty years.

Adelaide Oval doesn’t have to be developed; it has to be preserved.

One day, a use other than cricket will become apparent. On that day, we will be glad that we held onto it.

Meanwhile, the Wayville Showgrounds has outgrown its traditional role of the presentation of country produce to the city markets.

The state’s economic history has shifted sufficiently to allow the Wayville Showgrounds to become something else entirely – every month of the year. Maybe, as well as Show Week and the Sunday growers’ market, and the weekly trade fairs, maybe this vast acreage could also house an AFL Stadium, a soccer stadium, an international swimming pool, squash courts, volleyball courts, bowling greens, athletic tracks, gymnasiums, archery tunnels… and the rest of it.

It could become a sportsvillage, and a performing arts centre, and a trade fair, and a showground all at the same time, on train, tram and bus lines, with vast parking spaces in the parklands, and surrounded by pubs, clubs, cafes and bistros in the charming village of Goodwood.

SANFL and Hindmarsh Stadium can realise their assets; all governments can consolidate their funding options and create a major thing of beauty and awe at Goodwood, not far from the CBD.

Thus, Adelaide Oval stays as it is; we get a new clean modern hospital on North Terrace; West Lakes and Hindmarsh gets some land release; horse racing remains as a boutique sport at Morphettville and the Park Lands become wetlands, an integral part of a new stormwater retention system and the car racing stays until petrol runs out.

That’s a plan.

 

 

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