If one could bottle the emotions, the opposing views and even a little vitriol expressed by some Dragons’ fans on social media after the team’s loss against the Titans, and transfuse it into the players, they’d be a premiership-winning force tomorrow.
Sentiment is powerful stuff and you’d expect nothing less from supporters.
Everyone’s an expert after yet another frustrating loss, even me. “We was robbed.” “The refs are crap.” Benji runs sideways.” “Duges is a hog.” “The kicking game is poor.” “The backs lack punch.” …. on and on it goes.
So who would you rather be today, a Titan’s, a Tiger’s or a Dragons’ supporter?
Being on the cusp of the eight and knowing what’s ahead – on present playing form at least – is comparable to a team of Lemmings playing on a grassy precipice before plunging off a cliff.
With the Broncos or the Roosters most likely waiting below, one could safely predict that it’s going to be a bloody end.
If it weren’t for Gareth Widdop, the red and white furry critters would not have marched halfway up the hill.
Widdop’s ankle tap in the opening stanza of the game and his length of the field try late in the match bookended the value of this diamond player. Time and time again, he has rescued the team this season by courtesy of his boot and his gutsy defence.
After Titan Taylor’s dubious barge over try was awarded, I lowered my feet from the air, slammed my coffee mug on the floor beside me and swore at the TV. But at least it was done and the game was lost.
My Lemming-like head was smashed against a rock and I was put out of my misery. An eight-point buffer for most of the game was never going to be enough against a carefree team of Titans.
It’s not losing that is causing the pain, it’s the way the game is played that matters and the Dragons are ugly to watch. There are a few standout players of course but there is zero structure in attack.
One fan could not have better put it better when referring to the Widdop/Marshall alliance as akin to having “two power cords and no plug.”
Next week is a new game and if the Lemmings do manage to pull the ripcord for a safe landing into finals footy, I’ll be the first to cheer them on.
But please make it a swift end, for I can’t deal with the heartbreak. What about you?