Bennett hoodwinked of Rabbitohs..
However, the foundation club faces the possibility of spending another season in the sump pan among the rest of the NRL’s silt after suffering their fourth consecutive loss.
Last weekend’s game against the Knights, a team whose offence is as sharp as carving turkey with a door key, was the best chance for the Rabbitohs to get back on track. However, the Rabbitohs’ only answer to a valiant opposition that appeared to have given up on its coach was “hold my beer.” In addition to causing Souths to lose further ground in the top four, their clumsy 30–4 loss also sparked concerns about the playing group and if it still gives a toss.
Bennett hoodwinked of Rabbitohs…
Even a thrilling win for Anthony Albanese cannot change the hard facts, as the team’s promising start to the season is now a faint memory: This venerable club faces another season on the bench, and one casualty of its collapse unfairly represents the majority.
Wayne Bennett returned to South Sydney with the understanding that he would be joining a reputable organisation rather than a savage menagerie. The Rabbitohs are in such turmoil that they are making the famous supercoach look like a freaking chump, whether it is because of the club’s distorted pay cap, their disastrous conditioning program, or even just Lewis Dodd’s mess. You wouldn’t blame Mitchell for acting out Danny Glover’s line, “I’m too old for this sh*t,” when you consider the stress of his inconsistent season and the 45-minute journey to Accor Stadium.
Usually, Bennett’s presence ensures a lot of championship talk and tenacity, but when he teams up with a juggernaut like South Sydney, everything goes into overdrive. The Redfern clubs have enough gold to avoid pokies and draw enough celebrities to get their own Daily Mail sidebar, despite their self-proclaimed underdog status. However, the group has become so dysfunctional that everyone from Reggie Rabbit to Jai Arrow is losing their rag, and even Bennett’s glittering tactics aren’t immune, even with a storied past and Snoop Dogg flaunting club stuff on late-night TV.
Bennett hoodwinked of Rabbitohs…
The seven-time premiership winner has been so irritated by the place that he is unable to even pull a song out of Josh Schuster, the kind of tortured soul he would often inspire from the couch to Origin with a single side-mouthed murmur. Even though the Rabbitohs will always aspire to be the NRL’s grand old club, they only refer to it as such now due to the hundreds of millions of dollars they have squandered on Elastoplast and Temu recruitment deals.
With Jack Wighton on $850,000 to try hard in whatever position he’s best suited to, which has recently been whichever keeps Dodd off the team, and Mitchell on big money to train the house down—but only because he’s suspended or recovering from injury—the half-pregnant playing list was left over from the disastrous firing of Jason Demetriou last year. Despite its haphazard hiring practices, South Sydney’s piece de resistance has been the Dodd choice, which backfired by seeing the team pay the St Helens playmaker $650,000 only to ignore him like a defective Tamagotchi.
Bennett hoodwinked of Rabbitohs…
You can’t deny that Dodd is like that album that U2 forced onto our iPods; Wayne never asked for him and would gladly perform a factory reset simply to remove him from his list. Bennett must take some responsibility for the status of the Bunnies, though. What about the other members of the playing group?
Bennett just needs a pair of boots and consciousness to make his debut because Souths have already lost Jamie Humphreys, Mikaele Ravalawa, Cody Walker, Alex Johnston, and Wighton due to the devastating injury sustained by dogged captain Cam Murray during the preseason. Since most injuries are the result of Lady Luck or Mad Monday, it is difficult to assign blame to a single person. However, because of the sheer amount at Souths, it is either their bad choice of tiger balm or someone ran over a kitten in Heffron Park.
Even if the supercoach has turned almost labor-hire into Maroons and Blake Austin into a Pom, there isn’t much he can’t do, but the chaos at the club this time may be beyond his skilful control.
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