After an electrical storm, an electricians’ strike, a valedictory game at the MCG, a couple of bloodbaths, a Ballarat tempest and an assault on a goal umpire, the final spot in the top eight hung on a Jack Higgins snap. He has had his demons in front of goal, but after a nerve-shredding afternoon, there was an inevitability – a gravitational force – to his kick floating through.
“Of course,” any Carlton supporter would have told you at that precise moment, “after the injuries, the set shot misses, the interesting umpiring and the gallant comeback, what better way to prolong our agony than cheering on Port Adelaide for the next three hours.”
