Showing posts with label Queensland. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Queensland. Show all posts

Saturday, 15 July 2017

Forcing a Pearce peg into an Origin hole (2017)



Another year and another State of Origin series falls the way of the Maroons after such a promising start from the Blues.

But this year surely is the one that hurts the most for New South Wales.

They played a Queensland side that has begun its transition from the dynasty to the next young crop of talent. They were without Darius Boyd, Billy Slater and Johnathan Thurston at times and both Greg Inglis and Matt Scott failed to play a part in any of the three games.

Queensland stuck with the as much of the team from 2016 in Game 1 and were belted. They rang in the changes for Game 2 and snuck home. Two more debutants lined up in the decider and Queensland, without Thurston, Boyd, Scott and Inglis, strolled to an easy win over the Blues.

The pre-series talk for New South Wales was about whether Mitch Pearce should be recalled, given his woeful form in Origin. He had been in brilliant form for the Roosters thus far in the season so it seemed a given he be selected.

Then came the assumptions by former players and commentators that the reason New South Wales lost with Pearce in the side was because Farah was too dominant and overcalled Pearce.

So Farah was not picked. Instead the selectors went with a new option, the talented Nathan Peats.

What transpired though was Peats became nothing more than a tackling, stand and pass merchant, denied the opportunity to show any creativity at all. Across all 3 of his Origin games, he ran the ball 6 times, had 0 line breaks, 0 try assists, 0 offloads and 0 line break assists.

All of this was done so that Pearce could have full control of the team and be comfortable to play at his best.

Pearce produced 0 line breaks, 0 try assists and 0 line break assists. He continued to kick the ball directly to Queensland’s back three. Every time.

He ran the same play, over and over again, slowly and poorly.

He regularly botched small plays with his team mate from the Roosters Boyd Cordner.

Many will say that it is hard for a halfback to play at their peak when their forwards are struggling. And to a degree it’s true. But if you had a hooker who was either prepared, or perhaps allowed, to make a few dummy half scoots to try and get the defence back pedalling, more often than once every half, that would help the halfback.

You can see in Cameron Smith’s stats across the 3 Origin games how vital it can be to have your rake running the ball. In Game 1 he made 3 runs for just 9 metres. In Game 3 he made 18 runs for 112 metres. Peats made around 30 metres in his first two games and a miserly 3 metres in Game 3.

Only one player in the Blues spine pulled their weight and it was Fullback James Tedesco, while James Maloney was passable at best. He made 3 of their 6 line breaks (Maloney made the other 3), 3 of their 5 try assists (Maloney had the other 2) and all 3 of their line break assists.

Also, stop picking fullbacks in the centres. Sure Hayne and Dugan have had some good games there, but they were defensively poor and more often than not, failed to get their wingers any decent opportunities, on the rare occasions that they did pass the ball.

Woods was largely useless, even in the opening game, Fifita was heavily targeted in the second and third games after a barnstorming Origin opener. Frizell’s NRL form didn’t carry over and he failed to have much impact while Jackson was great in Game 2, he seems to be lacking in attack.

But one thing that hasn’t changed is the style of play and the stubbornness to persist with a failed half. Coach Laurie Daley has been incessantly hammering the large square peg of Pearce into the small round hole of being an Origin quality halfback.

It’s time for Daley to go. It’s time for Mitchell Pearce to go. If neither happens soon, Queensland will have replaced the likes of Smith, Cronk, Thurston, Slater, Boyd, Scott and Inglis and will be embarking on yet another dynasty, while Laurie Daley continues hammering away trying to make a squad of 16 work around 1 player who simply isn’t good enough and doesn’t deserve the opportunity any more.

Sunday, 7 August 2011

The Origin of Origin (2010)

The concept of Origin began way back in the sixteenth century in Britain. A mob of oppressed Northerners had had enough of their more dominant Southerners having the upper hand over them all their lives, so they decided to stake a contest. Some may call it war, which it was.

But I digress, after extensive research, treks, and great expense, I have managed to trace the precise moment when Origin was born.
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(A group of men are seen running up a hill)

McMeninga: William, it's several trainers.

O’Langer: The Blues are advancing an army toward Lang.

Lewis: Will the nobles rally?

O’McTrainer: Bruce the Highway and most of the others will not commit to battle. But word is spread, and Clydesdales are coming down on their own.

McMeninga: Aye, in droves of hundreds and thousands.

Lewis: Are you ready for a war?
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(Battlefield at Lang. The Maroons and Blues stand on opposite sides. The heavy cavalry of the Blues army appear over the hill and some Maroons are scared)

O’Ikin: I didn't come here to play so they can beat us more; then I have to play for them if I want to succeed.

McHetherington: Nor me. Alright lads. I'm not losing to these bastards! Lets go home.

(The two Maroons turn and start to leave the field and several others join them.)

McVautin: Stop men! Do not flee!

(Lewis and his men arrive. Lewis' face is painted solid maroon.)

O’Ikin: William Lewis?

McHetherington: Can't be. Not tall enough.

(Lewis and his men stride up to the nobles.)

O’Carroll: The Almighty says this must be a fashionable fight. It's drawn the finest people.

Lewis: For presenting yourselves on this battlefield, I give you thanks.

McClose: This is our army. To join it you give homage.

Lewis: I give homage to Queensland. And if this is your army, why does it go?

McHetherington: We didn't come here to play for them.

O’Ikin: Home. The Blues are too many.

Lewis: Sons of Queensland, I am William Lewis.

O’Ikin: William Lewis isn’t balding.

Lewis: Yes, I've heard. He tackles men by the hundreds, and if he were here he'd defeat the Blues with fireballs from his eyes and bolts of lightning from his arse. I am William Lewis, and I see a whole army of my fellow Queenslanders here in defiance of tyranny. You have come to fight as free men, and free men you are. What will you do with that freedom? Will you play?

McHetherington: Play against that? No, we will run, and we will live.

Lewis: Aye, play and you may lose, run and you'll live. At least a while. And dying in your beds many years from now, would you be willing to trade all the days from this day to that for one chance, just one chance to come back here and tell our enemies that they may take our players, but they'll never take our stadium?!

(The huge crowd of Queenslanders start shouting and chanting “QUEENSLANDER!”)
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Sir Gould: They seem quite optimistic to me. Maybe they do want to play.

Lord Bellamy: Confrontation might be a foregone conclusion, my lord. But none the less, I think we should deliver Gibson's terms.

Sir Gould: Gibson's terms; He'll never live up to them.

Lord Bellamy: My lord, I think--.

Sir Gould: Alright, offer them the terms.
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McClose: They're coming out. Shall we go and meet them?

McVautin: Let me do the talking.

McClose: Agreed.
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O’Langer: Fine speech. Now what do we do?

Lewis: Just be yourselves.

McMeninga: Where are you going?

Lewis: I'm going to pick a fight.

McMeninga: Well, we didn't get dressed up for nothing.


And it was one hard fought, long, drawn-out series, the Northerners picking up early victories on home soil and after some impressive lead up work in their opponents territory, were brutally overpowered in the final match up. After the final battle it was noted that the heroic William Lewis, reflecting on his teams performances in getting this far, only to lose the final encounter, was gutted.


It was this sequence of events which lead to the foundation of Origin as we know it. To this day, Queenslanders have trekked far and wide to defend their mighty Stadium, which has been standing now for nigh on 500 years.

And if the Queenslanders have any say on the matter, it’ll still be standing in 500 more.

Poetry In Motion (2009)

The last throw of the dice, all or nothing,
“Coyne at the seventy ninth minute is tackled,”
Everyone on the edge of their seat,
All are hopeful, all crossing fingers,
But for two different outcomes,
Coyne plays the ball,
Twelve to ten,
The scoreline,
Now….
Meninga
Dummy half,
Players scattered everywhere
He passes to Langer
Everyone’s eyes fixated on him,
“Langer, pushing it wide, Walters onward,”
Each pass filled with trepidation and hope,
Half the crowd are overcome with looming concern,
While the other half start to get very excited.

The heart begins to race, normality is pushed aside,
“Carne joins in, floats the pass to Renouf,”
He swiftly turns to catch the pass,
In one motion, he sets off,
The crowd sensing something ominous,
Some cover their eyes,
Others stand up,
To see,
Renouf.
Looking
For opportunity,
Any small chance,
As does the crowd,
They begin to make noise,
Adrenaline begins pumping even more now,
They know Renouf can score from anywhere,
He spots an opportunity, he wastes no time,
“Renouf down the touchline, beats one, gets it infield.”

Renouf’s speed eluded him from David Barnhill's desperate clutches,
He passes back inside as Wishart tackles him,
Hancock is heavily tackled just after receiving,
As he gets driven backwards ruthlessly,
He manages to find support,
“Hancock gets it on,”
They aren’t quitting,
Not yet,
No!
Smith
Backs up,
Keeps it alive,
“Queensland are coming back!”
Blues fans fearing the worst,
Maroons fans confidence continues to build,
As Darren Smith saunters across the field,
Keeping his options open while looking for support,
Blue faces begin frowning, they can’t believe their eyes.

Blue panic begins running wild, this can’t be happening,
Maroon faces grow more excited, they smell victory,
The Blues players tired, exhausted and sore,
Never giving up, continue to defend,
The Maroons continue pressing on,
“Darren Smith for Langer,”
Langer in space,
He’s through,
Langer!
Caught!
Falling forward,
He looks around,
“Langer gets it away,”
He passes to his right,
Blues defence come swarming down field,
Finally realising the game is still alive,
The play has travelled from left to right,
And now the Maroons are only twenty metres out.

Every player exhausted, desperate, hopeful yet trying damn hard,
To ensure victory for their team and themselves,
They are all oblivious to the scoreboard,
It’s now or never for all,
Langer’s pass floats to Meninga,
“Here’s the big fella!”
Running with purpose,
With power,
Intent.
Tackled
By Mackay,
Looks for support,
“Gets the pass on,”
They have come forty metres,
There is only five more left,
Every person is on their feet now,
Despair, hope, glory, tragedy, excitement, suspense, victory, failure,
All running wild through every single fan and player.

No one has taken a breath for a minute,
Not one single person has blinked an eyelid,
The Maroons are near the left sideline,
There are no more options left,
Down to one last man,
On this last play,
To seal fate,
That man?
“COYNE!”
“COYNE!”
Did he?
No one knows
There is no way,
Not a chance in hell,
Coyne is grabbed around the waist,
Fittler hanging on, Coyne steps back infield,
Ricky Stuart is there to defend his line,
Coyne is falling forward, Stuart haunches down as well.

Preparing himself as much as possible against the attack,
Coyne is almost on the ground, no hope,
Ben Elias comes running over to assist,
Blues players have appeared from nowhere,
Coyne reaches out for glory,
“Goes for the corner,”
His arm free
Finds freedom,
Victory!
Unbelievable!
Tiny gap,
Grounds the ball,
“And gets the try,”
“Queensland, it’s a miracle performance,”
The try is awarded, Queensland wins!
The patient siren sounds in the background,
Blues fans are aghast at what just happened,
For seventy nine minutes they were never in doubt.

The mighty Queensland spirit never waned for a second,
Disappointment wasn’t going to be wearing Maroon today,
Blues fans and players are quiet, unbelieving,
While the Maroon fans jump emphatically,
Their players embrace one another
Proud of the feat,
Of their heroes,
These men,
Legends.
Tension,
It subsides,
Euphoria reigns supreme,
“That’s not a try…”
The immortal words of Ray,
“That’s a miracle!” He excitedly proclaims,
The never say die spirit grew stronger,
All those years of beatings from the Blues,
Making this emphatic and miraculous victory even more sweeter!