The poetry of Ross Lyon

Hello everyone. Sorry about the start of the year. Perhaps you’re wondering what’s going on… well I think I know.

FJumperRoss is the only coach I’ve known in my AFL career and it’s the same for most of the players and I know the game plan like the bottom of my food bowl. This summer I felt really comfortable… too cosy… and I found myself nodding off in the meetings. Ross’s words are like soothing poetry…

It is what it is

I’m about possibility

The jungle drums will be beating

Look, it’s not ideal

What do you think?

 

We give great effort

History is irrelevant

I hear the commentary

It’s behaviours not people

What do you think?

 

It’s an opinion business

At the end of the day

You need to buy in

I’m not going to hang people

What do you think?

 

Failure is feedback

Everyone gets a lick of the ice cream

You’re gonna havta jump through hoops

It’s about action

What do you think?

 

We’re hungry to learn

Let the cobblers do the cobbling

We don’t have the luxury

We won’t be intimidated

What do you think?

 

Talk is cheap

Be under no illusion

The proof will be in the pudding

We may as well put it on the table

What do you think?

 

At a centre bounce in the second quarter I caught Lachie Neale’s eye and said, with tilt of my head cos dogs can’t talk, “Do you know what we’re doin’?” and Lachie said, with his eyes and with words, “Nup.” And it was then I knew I wasn’t the only one who’d spent the summer listening to the poetry of Ross’s words and not the meaning. I looked up at Sandi and he just raised his eyebrows and looked puzzled.

So it’s the derby. I hope all our supporters know what we’ll bring to the table on Saturday. And I hope we do by then too…

“Spring flew swiftly by, and summer came; and if the village had been beautiful at first, it was now in the full glow and luxuriance of its richness. The great trees, which had looked shrunken and bare in the earlier months, had now burst into strong life and health; and stretching forth their green arms over the thirsty ground, converted open and naked spots into choice nooks, where was a deep and pleasant shade from which to look upon the wide prospect, steeped in sunshine, which lay stretched out beyond. The earth had donned her mantle of brightest green; and shed her richest perfumes abroad. It was the prime and vigour of the year; all things were glad and flourishing.” Charles Dickens, Oliver Twist.

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3 thoughts on “The poetry of Ross Lyon

  1. ” You’re only a dog and I’m a fish let’s get a wriggle on and get our wish”
    Tell the coach and boys that’s from a fan and I’ll bet you get some comments. Signed nodrog Eel

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