The second week of March is not the time to be out on the footballing ledge. A tardy start can actually be beneficial in the long run. It means you’re not being picked apart and copied. You want to be popping in early spring, not in the first fortnight of autumn.
But that’s probably scant consolation at Carlton right now. On the Richter scale of scenarios heading into round one, coughing up a 41-point lead to last year’s wooden spooners was at Krakatoan levels. The encouraging practice match form meant little when senior players were dropping chest marks, when kicks were sliding off the boot at right angles, and when a thoroughbred midfielder who’d garnered 45 Brownlow Medal votes last year was rucking against a draft horse.
