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Cott arrived to Palmyra today with a sneer on their face and an attitude that was unbearable.
They were on track to win the first grade premiership, the second grade premiership, and the champion club trophy. It was all a matter of turning up.
They had a Western Force recruit in their side, Mark Bartholemuez, never been to a local club in his life, a second rate ring in, who took some Cottesloe's club member's space (mind you, this is Cottesloe's way of rewarding players who spill their guts for them), and, generally, looked and sounded like the arrogant arseholes they are.
I won't go into it, but the end result was that for all their agro and bad manners, they left losing the minor premierships in first grade and in second grade, and discarding the club premiership on the way.
After the game, the mean spirited turkey that passes for their coach ordered his players to leave immediately, without shaking hands, congratulating Palmyra for their game, or even showering. The order was to leave as soon as he blessed them with his contemptible after game speech.
More than half his charges, to their credit, ignored him , and at least shook hands with their opposition, although not even one, nor a single Cottesloe committee member or club member, stayed behind for the after game presentations.
Cottesloe proved themselves today to be the contemptible sportsmen, sore losers, cheats and arseholes that the rest of the competition knows them to be.
The cream on the cake, from the Palmyra perspective, was that the man who destroyed Cottesloe on the field was the man that played for them all last season, and was dropped from their finals to accommodate that great Wallaby, Richard Brown. Carl O'Leary, Palmyra's star recruit, was so disgusted with Cottesloe's attitude towards players, that he switched clubs.
On another note, Perth ended up wooden spooners, bottom dwellers, cellar dwellers, and every other contemptuous epithet that Rick Boyd so generously bestowed on any club that failed to meet the high standards set by his own.
It's called Karma, Rick.