At Moorabbin today, an "open" training session was conducted. Such was the interest in this event, that almost fifty people turned up. After snapping a number of photos, I was approached by a very polite and rather embarrassed security guard and asked whether I had "official" permission to take photos. I had obviously missed the sign at the entry to the ground warning of such an offence (as did a few others, because it wasn't there).
Anyway, the man was only doing his job, so I stopped my photographic expose, and put the camera away. But not before these salacious gems were captured.
First, on entering the Linton Street area, this is a shot of the approach which will inform those who went to the ground in the 60s, 70s and 80s of certain removals in the recent past:
Second, in front of the G G Huggins Stand, the boys are doing a few exercises:
Next, Nick was explaining to the medicos that it was his arm and not his leg that he injured last Sunday. They seemed to say, "Nick, you clearly don't know your a*se from your elbow!" With that, Nick went for a run, on his elbows:
Then, Grammy is having a little conversation with Rossy about a twinge in the lower calf area. The coach seems to be saying, " You're a wuss Grammy, get out there and show your stuff!" With that, Grammy joined training:
Finally, the man with the digital recording device seen at the bottom of the second photo, and who wasn't challenged by the security guard (maybe he was too obvious), left training and got into a Lexus GS450h, chauffeur driven by a bloke called "Eddie" and sped off into the Melbourne whirly whirlies. This was after they took a quick look at something in the St Kilda Trophy Cabinet (small cabinet). I managed to snap what they saw, a 1966 version of the Holy Grail:
I left training in a far more positive frame of mind than when I arrived, despite my run in with "the law". Nick just wanted to fly but was held back by the medical staff, Lenny was itching to get out there and the rest were gearing up for the final onslaught. They looked ready to go. Go Saints!
