"I guarantee you the squad as a whole is going into this preseason at a much higher base than they started 2025 preseason. Its laughable to think theyre not.
What developed over 2025 was movement patterns in defence, defensive structures and our…"
"Jarryd might not be able to string a sentence but neither was the late great coach Jack Gibson and we all know how he went.
Sometimes the better a person communicates the more dangerous they are in terms of ability to cover up their short comings."
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There once was a man named BA,
Who tried coaching the Eels to play,
"They tried hard!" He'd implore
As we showed him the door
But he still took 3 million in pay.
There once was a man named Brad
Who coached a team that was sad
With forwards that go back
And backs that cant attack
He always said their intensity was bad.
There once was a man named Arthur
Who had the worse gig since General McArthur
His team was so shit
They wouldn’t just get pipped
They’d bend over and cop it up the asshole.
There once was a team called Parra
And everyone supported them no matta
The club did a review
And realised for coaches they needed two
So they decide to hire Bob Katter.
10/10 for the great poetry, couldn’t agree with u more than what u said, BA has always been and always will be a flop of a coach
There was a guy called Arthur
Who thought his name was Martha.
He dillid as a coach
And was squashed as a `roach
He said, it did not matter--it`s the money I`m after!
For decades our players seem slack
We’ve given so many coaches the sack
but it seems to appear
whatever coach has the chair
he’ll be the one to take all the flak
meanwhile the lazy attitude and contempt for the coach seems to breed from one generation of players to the next.
There once was a young coach named Brad,
Good bloke and a wonderful dad,
We signed him for years,
Which brought us all tears,
Because his coaching is terribly bad!
King Arthurs reign has come to an end, its time for him to step down
Coach Brad nearly broke his back
Early over sand dunes, then later round the track
Counting his millions in gold
His blue muscles swolled
At night he couldn’t wait for the sack