He has risen.
Called upon by the Gods, there is nothing sweeter than the taste of a Gary Ablett Junior victory.
The Geelong faithful do not need to speak to explain the miracle that occurred on the hallowed MCG turf on Easter Monday.
Each moment he caressed the ball, each moment he made his presence known. Ever graciously, his moments will forever more echo through the walls of the MCG.
‘Ablettttt…..’ we mumble in unison, the few Geelong believers who take up clumps of the MCG on this special day.
The Cats are outnumbered here, but breaths are held. Watching on in awe.
He rises from behind, floating, hanging, collecting. It is and always will be his Sherrin.
Geelong tears are collectively shed through the ‘G.
Speechless. We are. Yaaaabletttt forever. He has risen.
Moments later he is called on by the heavens again, creating a moment out of nothing, floating on air.
He breaks the pack, spins and places the ball on his right boot, perfectly.
It’s as if he is in slow motion, gracefully dancing as the seas part for him.
His Sherrin darts, ever-perfectly through the big sticks. The Cats faithful are sobbing now.
He was never too old, too slow. He is too much class, if anything.
We Cats do not have much to say, Ablett- our son, has said it all.
Cheers erupt to counteract the Hawthorn boos, each possession, the Geelong faithful roar louder for Ablett. Their Easter miracle is only to be celebrated on this great day.
The final siren drowns out the noise as the Geelong people rise, jubilation is written all over their faces.
Ablett is their miracle, rising above all odds. His God-like abilities something we wish to share with many generations to come.
Easter- a miracle. Gary Ablett- the mercurial.