Last night was absolutely amazing. Electric. Again, not a classic game, but Collingwood played as good a game of football as I've ever seen played. Up there with Geelong 2011, Dogs 2016, Hawks 2015. They didn't put a foot wrong all night. We all knew the Tigers would come in the second half and when they kicked two to kick off the final quarter it seemed on. But then the Pies got two back against the run of play. Mason Cox, who I viciously hate to love, played a game that left me speechless considering the fact he'd never fucking heard of the sport a few years ago. Steele Sidebottom would have polled four Brownlow votes. And Richmond just completely went to water, it was genuinely shocking (in the surprising sense of the word). Jack could hold his head high, kept his team in it, but Dusty didn't seem fully fit, Rance seemed to have been replaced Kang and Kodos style.
The feeling after the game was amazing. There was a formidable sense of inevitability about Richmond's march to back-to-back flags this year (despite what you say Alex), so for Collingwood to come out and obliterate them, wow. There may not have been many good games of football this finals series, but in terms of sheer story and intrigue, it's been one for the ages. Cannot wait for tonight's game and desperately hoping for a Pies-Dees grand final. That will be lit.