What we’ve got here is failure to communicate.
Some men you just can’t reach. So you get what we had here last week, which is the way he wants it. Well, he gets it.
And I don’t like it any more than you men.
The immortal words of Strother Martin in Cool Hand Luke rang in my ears as I watched Hawthorn captain, James Sicily, piss another win away for the Hawks by deciding that he needed to prove he was the bigger man than a bloke playing his eighth game last night.
Matched up against Will Lewis, Sicily decided that wrestling and getting one over the second-year player was far more important than winning the game. He consistently made a point of engaging his opponent with shoves, wrestles, taunts, and whatever else he could muster to get under his skin, often in retaliation to the inexperienced Bulldog doing the same to him.
He could have taken the high road. He could have watched the way Harris Andrew Andrews absorbs forward tags. Or he could have bit back at the yapping Bulldog at his heels.
And now, we know which option James took. We always knew he’d take that option. More importantly, Luke Beveridge knew which option Sicily would take.
He played the Hawthorn co-captain like a fiddle.
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