At the Dino Dome the home side is getting smashed by the visiting Parasites:- HPD 760/12/63 PAK 973/10/97.3 @ddsaints
As we approach the Sunday slate of games it the Dillos with the score on the board in a shootout at Mill Park. @insider SFB 800/8/100 AA 1096/11/99.6
Pakenham Parasites 1,477 def Hughenden Prairie Dogs 954 Hughenden back at home this week and smashed by 523 points by a rampaging Parasite outfit. The Hughenden faithful hit the bar early and it appears the team did as well as the visiting Parasites showed them how a cohesive football team plays. Starting from the middle Pakenham took full control with Marshall (179) providing the midfield of Anderson (152), Cerra (142), Sidebottom (102) and Setterfield (93) to do as they wanted . A pathetic Hughenden midfield, defence, forward and bench were highlighted by Pakenham’s defence of Sinclair (131), Idun (108), Blicavs (128) & Rivers (92) who repelled any sort of attack Hughenden attempted. Any improvements Hughenden achieved since the Easter break have evaporated and the differences between a top 8 premiership contender and a cellar dweller were obvious. Hughenden go on the road to take on the Buffalos and Pakenham return home to take on the Plovers. BAFFU Awards The entire Pakenham Team with best of the best:- 3 Marshall, Pakenham (179) 2 Anderson, Pakenham (152) 1 Cerra, Pakenham (142) Big Tap winner was Marshall @ddsaints
I've rustled up some scrutineers loitering around post election and after a recount I have something similar. Match report to come following a shootout at Mill Park. @insider
Full time in the Goldfields, and it was a walkover by the visiting Blanchetown Bunyips @martyg Sorry for the no updates across the weekend. This one will be short and sweet. Basically, the visitors belted the home side into oblivion, across nearly every single line it was a demolition. Except amazingly for the Coolgardie Achilles Heel, the forward line, where the home side had a win. Aside from that, it was all Blanchetown! As an example of the dominance, the 'Yips had 7 players top the ton, the Prospectors, only two. Its a hard road back when you're giving up that much of a head start. The big tap saw M Gawn, Blanchetown defeat late-inclusion D Fort, Coolgardie, by 72 points, 119 to 47. The votes: 3 - B Dale, Blanchetown, 144 2 - J Dawson, Blanchetown, 132 1 - M Rowell, Blanchetown, 124
Round 10 saw The Buffaloes return home after a succesful 4 game road trip to take on the rebuilding Anglers. @eagle_eyed Brockman (70), Lalor (79) and Campbell (98) showed that there is enough positive signs around the Exmouth changerooms to be optimistic about the future but unfortunately it comes with a painful present. Campbell was the highest scorer on the day and the team wasn't assisted by Harvey Gallagher deciding the trip across the Indian Ocean was too much for him to deal with. The Buffaloes did enough for the win but with injuries mounting and inconsistent youngsters unable to sustain their form, there are doubts on whether they will be able to stack up when it comes to the pointy end of the season. Thank God for Bailey Smith (156) who seems to be putting it all together and dragging the team along with him. Final Scores Serengeti 1248 def Exmouth 843 BAFFU votes 3 Bailey Smith 156 (SB) 2 Tim English 122 (SB) 1 Lachie Neale 116 (SB) Big Tap Tim English 122 def Jack Darling 48
@choppers The Filth and the Fury: Nuytsland Vikings vs. Bueng Kan River Rats Battle of the Graveyard The sun rose pale over The Graveyard, casting long shadows across weathered tombstones and rusted shields half-buried in the soil. For centuries, it had been a sacred site for the Nuytsland Vikings—where warriors were laid to rest, and where oaths were made in blood and storm. But this day, the earth would drink fresh blood, and not from the hands of raiders or rival jarls. From the winding, fetid waterways of Southeast Asia came the Bueng Kan River Rats—a slippery, scrappy clan born in the swamps and deltas of the Mekong’s lesser-known veins. Where the Vikings were forged by salt air and storm-lashed coasts, the River Rats came from mud, humidity, and cunning. Their homeland, Bueng Kan, was a place of shifting currents, secret paths, and survival by guile. These weren’t warriors who fought with honor—they fought with traps, teeth, and timing. The Nuytsland Vikings, broad of shoulder and bold of heart, had no chieftain. Their jarl had died weeks before, choked on mead in a drinking contest he was absolutely winning. Still, the warriors of Nuytsland stood ready—leaderless, but never gutless. When the Rats came, it wasn’t with a roar. It was with silence. They slinked through the reeds and fog, using the rising tide to mask their movements. They were dressed in scraps and slick cloth, smeared in muck to blend into the marshy Graveyard. Their blades were curved like fishhooks. Their eyes were narrow, watching, waiting. It started with traps—hidden pits, poisoned darts, even a nest of angry snakes loosed into the Viking camp. Confusion spread through the Norse ranks like fire through dry thatch. By the time the Vikings formed up, the Rats were already among them, squeaking and stabbing, swarming like their namesakes. The Vikings responded with fury. Axes whirled, shields slammed together, and bearded warriors shouted to gods old and drunk. They fought like the Spartans at Thermopylae—back-to-back, roaring against the tide. But the Rats didn’t come in waves. They came in floods, creeping through cracks, crawling beneath defenses, striking at ankles, necks, and knees. It was brains versus brawn. Tactics versus testosterone. The River Rats didn’t fight to impress—only to infest. By sunset, the Rats had taken the field. The Graveyard, once solemn and stoic, was now a churning mess of mud, blood, and tiny bootprints. But as they slinked back into the reeds, victorious and cackling, a few Viking horns still blew from the cliffside. Survivors. Watchers. Planners. The Nuytsland Vikings had lost this day—but even a Rat should know: you corner a wounded Norseman, and you're asking to be turned into stew. The Graveyard remembers. And next time, the rats might not crawl out 3.Warner 2.Buckley 1. Cameron and Bigtap rucking against himself
Eden Plovers 1266 def Christmas Island Smugglers 544 Good to see that we have found form. Pendles after missing the flight to Cow Bay slotted back into the midfield. KKP did well in the forward line. Hewett led the way for the Smugglers, though the two boats plan might not have been ideal. I dropped Briggs from my SC side and that was the push he needed to return to form. The upside of this game is that the MSD is soon. Smugglers face a similarly out of form Nuytsland while we go to Pakenham to face a top 4 side. BAFFU: Hewett 3, Briggs 2, KKP 1 Giant Tap: Briggs 117 def De Koning DNP
Bulls Armadillos Match Report After a fortnight on the road footy returned to Mill Park as 2 teams with lofty ambitions went head to head. The rivalry is strong between the Bulls and Dillos and stretches back to the inaugural FU season where the Dillos took the granny over the Bulls. The Bulls have historically struggled against @insider s team and the H2H was an unflattering 2 v 12. This game was a cracker with the players going across the board @ 93ppg and 2790 points may just sneak into the top 30 match aggregates of all time. For the visitors Jackson (143) lead the way in a 2 pronged ruck combination with O'Brien (119) they were ably supported by Laird, Soligo and Miers who all saluted. Their defence struggled however with the 'lizard' contained and the 2 Toms making up the numbers. For the home team boom recruit Heeney (138) finally delivered a match winning performance with Nankervis (128), Newc (121) & McCluggage (103) up and about in the midfield contest. The game was won down back with the Bulls backline resolute with Whitfield (109) and Bowey (106) providing the run whilst Maynard (117) ran support from the pine. At the end of the day it was the Bulls 1418 in a shootout over the Armadillos 1372 as the Bulls posted their best score since ironically knocking out the Armadillos in an upset in the 2023 EF with 1452. A result that continues to fuel the rivalry between these 2 clubs. Round 11 sees both clubs facing team on the edge of the 8 in what present danger games ahead of some upcoming byes. The Armadillos to face the Blowflies whilst the Prospectors will hit the road to face the Bulls. Big Tap Nank 128 SFB d ROB 119 AA Votes 3. L Jackson 143 AA 2. I Heeney 138 SFB 1. T Nankervis 128 SFB
Cormorants Loose Another Close One at Home. For the second week in a row the town of Carnamah has had front row seats to watch a superstar of the game win a match off their own boot. Sadly, for he second week in a row, that superstar wasn't wearing a Cormorants' jumper. With local hero Meek resting up, visiting big man Xerri (150) had a field day, destroying young DeKoning and helping the Blowflys' mids (Dunkley (110), N. Daicos & Peatling (95)) win a tightly fought midfield battle. With Howe (128) intercepting everything that came his way down back along with Daniel (97) and Managh (80) doing just enough up forward to post a competitive score the Blowfly's supporting cast built a solid foundation for the big Xerri on top. The Cormorants certainly didn't lie down at any stage with solid input from W. Ashcroft, H. Reid, McAuliffe, Petracca and Rioli but without a superstar of their own to finish off their work they fell a little short. Final score Cormorants 1170 def by Blowflys (1240) Votes 3-Xerri (150) 2-Howe (128) 1-Dunkley (110) Big Tap DeKoning def by Xerri
The Barracuda's finish on 1,118/15 74.5 defeated by the Crocs @fresh on 1,352/15 90.1 The home team is looking forward to the mid-season break to deal with ever growing injury list, whilst the visitors want to make it two wins in a row. Stan-ley didn’t make the cut from last week’s injury and young Robertson missed his opportunity to play in the seniors leaving the home side down a player from the start. Pool boy Jones came in for McGov, however suffered a hammy ping which could be heard as far away as the member’s bar. The Seagull stared on the wing and the Magnificent Zorko collect 27 possies as he tried to kick start his teammates. For the visitors Rankine did well but hacked a couple of opportunities from the pocket. The D-Man kicked the first goal of the match. Up forward for the Cuda’s AstroNaught started deep, however he to miss too many shots at the pine. Membrey dropped everything while Lynch surprisingly kicked a couple. Bedford tagged Worpel as he rotated through the midfield. For the Croc, SHeezel was not himself but helped out where he could, Wilmot had the legs out there while Clark took everyone on and Noble had the ball on a string and did what he wanted. From the centre both teams were running hot, the Bont on fire, Corn Boy Cripps soldered on after an ankle crunch and Liba cracking out 33 possessions up against Tip Toe Timmy who got around the packs, Hopper with some big tackles and young Jase roamed the packs. The Grundy monstered Moyle to the point that the visitors had to sub him off. Now, so far this sounds like an even match, this is not the case, being a player down to start, hammys pinging, Sullivan had no idea and Sharp not so, what a mess. The visiting Crocs had every move; their interchange Dempsey and Wilkie put the nail in the Cuda’s coffin early on and just kept driving it home. In the end it was visitors easily accounting for the home side, taking the chocolates, the meat tray and anything else they could get their hands on as the devoured the Cuda’s. BOG – Bolton (COW), The Bont (GEB) & Liba (GEB)