Southerner coach for mine.
Inspiring no-nonsense addresses with plenty of expletives thrown in.
Swan42 in charge of player welfare and behaviour.
STT in charge of zoning.
Cardy in charge of after match bourbons for all.
Coach??? hahaha thank you for those very decent words good friend !
one thing I could confirm is that a few of these modern lads would cop words they might have heard in their precious self-indulgent lifetimes , perhaps a mobile phone or four might end up taking a selfie of the internals of their dear sphincters if they ever dared pull one of those bastard things out in my rooms while I was preparing them
And one thing I could guarantee is that there would a FULL FORWARD , a FULL BACK and if you don't kick that bloody pill long to position you'll be doing push ups in my office until your arse bleeds purple son
And don't back chat to that white maggot Buckey son - I'm sick of him running you back 25 metres and me replacing phones every game coz I've smashed them against the glass
hahaha geez nah I'm no coach mate
Funny thing is I was in the rooms on quite a few late afternoons after games and heard many of one Malcolm Brown's varied & mostly colourful exchanges with players & staff
Was also back at the club after the 1981 Grand Final loss and I can also say I've never seen so many cartons of piss stacked up in one place (excuse my slang there!) and that was a sombre night I can also say - a few boys copped sprays I cannot repeat on here
Saw the great Laurie Flanders plying his trade many many times and he didn't mince words often
Cheers mate
Brownie would certainly get colourful and personal as well, he didnt hold back on his disgust and getting in the face of a player or three. I heard him go off a few times.
81 was dismal, but talking piss I've never seen so much carnage as after the 80 celebrations, Sunday morning there must of been a 1000 empty middie glasses and jugs scattered over the oval turf around the white marques.