Let me declare from the outset I'm a Mick Malthouse fan.
If you read my book 'Back to the Place, Back to the Time' thank you (you were the one) and you might remember I claimed a role in Mick coming to Perth to coach the Eagles.
I was like 'Deep Throat' in the movie 'All the Presidents Men'!
At the height of the intrigue I had an uncapped budget for off-peak phone calls to Footscray on the West Coast dollar.
And then for a while after his arrival in Perth, we even did a radio breakfast show together.
Impressive I know, but that's all in the past.
Right now I'm worried for Mick.
Which isn't intended to be patronising.
Of course I'm also worried about me seeing as how I often can be heard shouting like a mad man during an AFL match.
But the difference is I honestly don't care who wins.
That's an out Mick doesn't have.
Right now the images coming out of the Carlton coaches box aren't reassuring.
I'm no doctor but I'm starting to care who wins.
For old times sake it might be best if the Blues can string together a few easy victories.
- PS: Well done to those Perth Wildcats. Although I can't claim any clandestine association with Trevor Gleeson!