Sadly, last Sunday morning’s lazy league read was soured by the news of Malcolm Young’s passing – the unsung AC/DC guitarist whose thumping chords struck with the ferocity of a Trevor Gillmeister shoulder.
Radio and television were quick to reignite spirits pounding out tunes from a cracking catalogue that stretches all the way back to ‘Changa’ Langlands’ infamous white boots.
The sneaky double-bark in the 1977 hit Dog Eat Dog ripped away my rock-poster glum for a yappy halfback grin.
And that was before the sledgehammer lyrics. I mean, tap along to these beauties, if they dripped another bead of NRL they’d be Todd Greenberg’s sweat:
‘Businessman, when you make a deal, do you know who you can trust? Do you sign your life away? Do you write your name in dust? Hey, hey, hey every dog has his day. It’s a dog eat dog’.
So much for the Beatles playing ahead of their time, this is double-dealings 40 years before Nick Politis, Cooper Cronk, and Mitchell Pearce.
Cronk has had his day but has Pearce called the Roosters’ bluff and what of Nick Politis, is that a name you can trust? Hey, hey, hey every dog has his day.
Now with the Blues scapegoat resurfaced, you can bet halves-land is a mix of excited wannabes and nervous stars readying to bolt like a bitten Mitch.
Already the Raiders have denied shopping Aiden Sezer to the Bulldogs while the noise at Cronulla is the polar opposite.
With Matt Moylan already on the Wanda dunes, Chad Townsend could be excused for thinking he’s on the nose just like those undesirables in the AC/DC classic, The Jack.
The cashed-up Knights remain optimistic and Brock Lamb must be beside himself knowing he’s almost inside the premiership winner’s bag of tricks.
But judging by movements on the Peninsula it’s difficult to see the banished Rooster playing anywhere but Lottoland unless Blake Green’s Warriors deal is a signature in dust.
But if that’s the case, why has Pearce left Bondi?
Surely a lifelong deal makes Daly Cherry-Evans the Cronk of the Eagles.
Or maybe that’s the crux of an equally bizarre twist that will see new Manly CEO Lyall Gorman rubber stamp another back-flip?
Whatever transpires will be a massive headache for the designers of the 2018 team calendars who will curse a cloak and dagger player market perfectly nailed by Malcolm Young and Co in the back half of Dog Eat Dog…‘And it’s a eye for eye, tooth for tooth. It’s a lie, that’s the truth’.