There is no doubting the legions of support for Parramatta. Blind faith that there is club and football team leadership and direction at the top. Regardless, the good and madly simple Parramatta supporter folk just want to see victories and cheer on their local team. They are a loyal lot, lurking in every office across the nation. Maybe the 'Friends of Parramatta Park' might just be the last fans left if they are not careful. Moeroa is a champion...Pauli Pauli potentially awesome...Radradra exemplary...Norman outstanding...Takairangi (rangdoo) making a difference...Peats a rep player... they offer hope.
So where did it all go wrong? Is it just that the beaches of Cronulla and Manly are better places than the banks of the upside down Parramatta River? Was it just after the Cumberland Oval grandstand fire - or was it when 'Click Go The Shears' gave way to Jon English's song that was seemingly recorded down a coal mine? Or was it when 'Kick on at Kicks' and the famous dollar drinks gave way to Sterlos? Maybe it was when "The Pit" was disbanded downstairs.
Many also point to the greatest dud signing of all time - a 14 year old kid called Barney Haslett. Poor bugger. Crusher Cleal's last brainwave before he, his shopping trolley full of pasta and his modern day boys home concept was shipped out. Or was it when the club signed Jeff Fenech (love youse all)? However the crazy/. unfortunate/ mad signings have continued to this day.
We all recall the terrible luck in signing Adam Ritson, but how did they ever let Andrew Ryan go to the Bulldogs? To this day, no one also knows what happened with Jamie Lyon and that contract fiasco. He apparently even pocketed those fifties waved at him over the fence and collected those coins thrown at him. It was as mysterious as the annually renewed Mick Cronin contract in his playing days. As mysterious as why Justin Poore became a rank dud once signed and how Kevin Kingston - a smart leader and player - was not signed up.
How about the foray into England...first it was Chris Thorman, a renown dud, then it was the Englishman Lee Mossop who played three games after being signed with a chronic shoulder injury, Gareth Hock bailed out before even arriving, while this year young Ben Crooks was meant to be the next great thing. Never seen. Will Hopoate was signed and allowed to forgo two years of his prime - and has not been the same player since. Don't forget the Israel Folau signing contract schemozzle too. But we just re-signed John Folau who is as good, so who cares. We have had ex jailbirds in Mahu and Wicks (playing well), ex druggies like Rene Maitua and we even re-signed a bloke who was there but only after he had returned with a possible broken neck (Fa'aoso). Now the Foran hullabaloo, malarkey. Apparently, Beau Scott is more nervous than a garden gnome in John Ibrahim's garden.
We've also signed Peter Sharp, sent him packing and signed him again. The success he has brought to the club is unparalleled. Just better than his namesake, Steve Sharp. Hard to get that early 1980's image of Steve Sharp with a tyre lever at Brooks Tyres near Parramatta Jail out of my mind. But at least he won a lot of comps.
Oh for the glory days of bouncing on the wooden seats at Cumberland Oval and later watching Mike Eden pot them from the sideline with his left and right boot, seeing Paul Carige try and singlehandedly lose a semi final, cheering Shane Whereat the fastest man in rugby league, hearing Guru Grothe had slipped over in the pre game warm up v Canberra and was out again, hoping young Guru Grothe grew up and discarded his stupid guitar first, or watching Lee Oudenryn beat Martin 'Chariots' Fire in a foot race. Like the League Olympics from way back. Enough to make Chook Herron choke on a World Rugby League Sevens 2003 winners medal! That or gnaw away at the Tooth Cup of 1980.
Bring back the long plastic Eel with human legs underneath, the Aboriginal guys who ran out with spears and posed so powerfully leg on knee on the quarter lines pre game or even the flying wedge from the late 1970's. There was character in those days. Where are those nets that held the blue and gold balloons?
Character it was that saw all those locals at Pennant Hills identify Paul Mares and Guru Grothe making a hash of the Molotov cocktail and land themselves in the clink. The association with police and jails knows no bounds. Why even the great Jarryd Hayne proved himself in those early days in Kings Cross, sidestepping bullets well before hapless defenders.
And who has been the next Sterlo? First it was Stu Galbraith, Jason Bell, Andrew Fitzhenry, Tulsen Tollett and Ben Kusto, then Witt, Speechley, Dykes, Johnny Simon, Andrew McFadden, Casey McGuire, Gary Freeman, Troy Pezet, John Morris, Tim Smith, Kris Keating and young Mortimer. Sandow is better than the lot. He has been dropped more often than a dollar coin in a poker machine at Wenty Leagues - or dropped more often by a toothless woman (or bloke..) after 2.00am at the same place.
Brian Jackson and David Woods - even Michael Beuttner were the next Steve Ellas...the great paspalum chewing junior nursery has been corrupted by Brian Smith cloned coaches who forgot about flair and talent, preferring left sides and right sides. Jack Gibson did it all from a bus at Granville Park. Now we have weekends away in Coffs Harbour with massages and facials. Even now, local juniors are as rare as the National Panasonic Cup winner's photos.
So for every new fan, hoping for the future, there is one who remembers the Danny Crnkovich sidestep at pace, the Peter Johnston big hit, Graham Settree's head gear, the Bear O'Reilly's red cheeks, Eddie Flahey's sidestep, John Kolc's mo, Graham Murray's mo, Graeme Atkin's mo, Phil Mann's stride, Graham Olling's bald head before his steroid confession, Scott Mahon's mullet, Greg Drake's gut, Mark Tookey's gut, David Vaealiki's low socks, Inu's smile, David Solomona's black head gear rat's tail or Ray Higgs' blonde curls.
Pricey's statue has never had more bird crap on it. Board/ Club Elections that would make Robert Mugabe blush..with outcomes as predictable as Neil Hunt's sidestep... Fake ballots...gravy trains and the words 'Fitzgerald-Spagnola' that make the fans wince and churn. You always know when an election is coming...they renovate the Leagues Club. A perfect distraction from the main game.
Often too we have all cried out for some Tingha vouchers to halt the ex player whinging - Kenny, Price and Guru have led this. Of late Leadbeater has shown more talent for offending the opposition than he ever did as a player. Then there is Fitzy getting marched off the premesis...Fui Fui putting the boot in to all in his best selling novel...the Sandow car accident...Peats' car repossessed. Salary cap fines. Docked competition points. Players avoid drug tests with an old fashioned switcheroo...
Enough to send you straight to the Tollgate. Surely it has to improve.