Pre game souvlakis, an air of expectation and a modest yet loud crowd in the House suggests a boilover is on the offing. Fremantle can still make the eight, the Roos can still make the eight – “mathematically speaking”. Of course mathematics can prove that you boss is a good bloke even if he is 3 standard deviations from the mean. Our last home Roos game and the crew is all in place on the members half forward flank, La Trobe street side, away from the gaspers smoke that floods the ground when the wind swings to the south west.
Freo, spent by a pre season and season proper of injury of Seige of Sarajevo proportions, are simply whipped by half time. Big Pav looks flat as the head on a Etihad latte and is resting in the red sub vest by half way through the second quarter. Big Drew Petrie cant be sighted but it doesn’t matter as for the first time we see the Roos dispose consistently, master the defensive lines and pump the ball into a forward line full of small and mid sized riches. Even Lindsay Thomas gets beyond the doubters as he bags a big goal and gets the cheer of the night, forgiven briefly, for his sea of points through the season.
Andrew Swallow is a gun at the bottom of every Roo pack. Goldy works over Big Aaron Sandilands. Only Fyfe, Johnson and Barlow put up some resistance. But its futile as the Roos greet the final siren 99 points up.
It all sets up a big game against the Saints the following week to decide the Roos fate. They need a few results to go their way but all you can do is look after your own fate. Saints have been a particular nemesis for the Roos the past few years so Boomer may be wise to not shift the booking for Mad Monday for straight after Round 24.
North Melbourne 21 17 143 d Fremantle 8 9 45