Nick's our everywhere man, Nick's our everywhere man
In the centre square, man, showing lots of flair, man
Of positions he's had his share, man, Nick's been everywhere.
He's been full-forward, half-forward, looking forward, moving forward
Ruckman, centreman, wingman, go-to man
Half-back, full-back, sore back, nick-nack
Interchange, late change, beyond range, jumper change
Nick's our everywhere man, Nick's our everywhere man (repeat ad infinitum).
SOMETHING that has had very little publicity this week has been Joel Bowden's canny milking of the clock in the last seconds of Richmond's match with Essendon last weekend. Good grief, even the Pope had a comment to make about the sorry saga. "I sink it is not wissin ze spirit of ze game," His Holiness said from amid a sea of flag-waving, tongues-talking, moist-eyed, overly-excited pilgrims in Sydney.
Choco quite likes what Bowden did, but then he admits to liking Trevor Chappell's underarm ball that caused the Tasman War in the 1980s. Plough, on the other hand, doesn't like comparisons between the cricket incident and Bowden's tactics, pointing out, quite sagely, that there were bugger-all similarities between the two. And Bowden? He's happy because he got some extra Dream Team points by handballing over the goal line.
THE BAD news for Bradd Dalziell was that his 78 possessions in his first game of AFL football weren't enough to grab a NAB Rising Star nomination for round 16. The good news for Braddd is that Lethal Leigh thinks he'll probably get a game this week.
And the coach also revealed Bradddd's secret to winning so many possessions. "He's 21 and been around the AFL system and had plenty of kicks in the pants," Matthews said. Yep, Braddddd's a veritable kick magnet!
WHEN you fly as high as Russell Robertson, the concept of dropping is a genuinely scary one. Land on your head, and you might be crazy enough to pick yourself in your own Dream Team. What? Oh. It's good to see that the all-singing, all-dancing, all-injured Robbo hasn't lost his trademark confidence.
Yes, he admits that he chose himself in his DT entry pre-season, but also fesses up that he gave himself the boot even before he suffered his season-ending Achilles horror. One thing we know – in the Dream Team world there's no place for sentiment ... even about yourself.
Sometimes things are just so predictable ... the Pope will have fish on Fridays – "A piece of flake and minimum chips, please" – and Wednesday will see Huddo gracing our ever-colourful home page.
Mr T and Strauchanie. Say that slowly. Mr T and Strauchanie. Together. At Collingwood. We don't know why, but we're confident it will be bizarre.
Dr DT has filled his syringe with optimism and clever-dick notions and will stick it in the behinds of Premium Dream Team entrants this very day. Common or garden variety DT'ers will have to wait until Friday for the doc's ministrations. Shudder.
The views in this story are those of the author and not necessarily those of the AFL or clubs
