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Ballantyne was a brigand. That’s all anyone knew about Fremantle. No one had noticed that they’d just knocked off the greatest team of the past decade. Ruling the air and the ground; kicking with such skill that grown men wept; fearless and brilliant and with Nat Fyfe. They were awesome. A force to be reckoned with. 

They should probably have worked  bit harder to spread that message around,  even if it was only amongst themselves because, when they took to the ground against Sydney, the Swans treated them like chumps...and Fremantle played accordingly. 
 
In Round 1 Fremantle put on the opening 5 goals of the match, each more magnificent than the last. Fast and precise ball movement combined with hard tackling and a mentality of all out attack were their most devastating weapons. Against the Swans they decided to go with the way the media had reported their game against the Cats - with Fremantle players shouting abuse at the opposition from a safe distance. 
 
Hill was being blanketed, McPharlin found himself outclassed for the first time ever, Sandilands was being used as the barrel while the Swans played Barrel Full O Monkeys and Nat Fyfe was should have put a shiv through the biggest bloke in the yard to try and dissuade the other prisoners from the sort of treatment he was copping. The rest were playing like they'd just stepped off an Ansett plane and been handed  green jumper by Con Regan.
 
Not particularly convincing themselves, Sydney kicked the opening 3 goals of the game to take what the locals considered to be a big lead but despite Freo's problems playing at their best, they were still well in the game. 
 
Some miraculous boot work from Johnny Anthony in the pocket brought the one construction worker behind the goals to his feet (someone had to get the footy) which got Chris Mayne thinking his spot might be looking a bit iffy. So Mayne got on the end of a delightful pass from Paul Duffield and slotted through another much needed goal. 
 
Some more freakishness from Ben Reid gave the Swans  late reply but, for all their dominance, the Swans only had a 14 point lead at the first change. 
 
Ross Lyon was angry. Well, he doesn't really get angry...or happy, or sad, or scared if he were to see, say, a giant spider rising a shark but he was certainly much less indifferent than usual - and didn't he get one of his assistants to let the players know about it. 
 
After they’d been give one of Ross Lyon’s assistants sprays, well more of a sprinkling, the expectations were that they'd come out firing. They came out fumbling. 
 
Things hadn't improved from the first quarter with the Fremantle players a few paces behind in the middle and looking a lot like a team that no longer had a defensive coach down back. 
 
A flash of brilliance from Mzungu in the middle saw him send a bullet like pass onto the chest of Aaron Sandilands (also known as hitting the side of a barn) and the big bloke brought up Fremantle's third goal. The goal was as quick as it was rare. 
 
While Mick Malthouse would have been loving Fremantle's attempt at a low scoring game, it only really works as a game plan if you can keep the other side's score down as well and Sydney weren't playing along. They'd opted to stick it right up Malthouse and his soccer scoreline fetish, putting on 4 goals to wrap and the quarter and the game. 
 
At least, that's what Ross Lyon wanted them to think. 
 
He'd played it very coy, letting Sydney out to a 40 point lead and giving away no indications that he had any plans to try and arrest the situation. 
 
Just when the Swans supporters started cracking open their cans of Bollinger, he picked up the red phone , realised that it was just a pile of Cherry Ripes that Peter Sumich was working his through, picked up the actual phone and told them to get Michael Barlow out of the fluro vest and into the middle. 
 
Barlow had barely had a chance to waddle out to the centre before the siren sounded so the brilliant plan was put on hold while the Fremantle players went in for a sports drink and some fruit and, judging by the gut Adam Goodes had been displaying, the Swans went in for a bucket of KFC. 
 
When the sides returned from their break, Fremantle looked a new side. Unfortunately it was still a pretty ordinary one. Sydney didn't look much better but a couple of kilos of fried chicken will do that to you (Goodes had to leave a button undone on his shorts just to be able to get back into his uniform). Eventually Jetta kicked a goal to increase the Swans lead and wake the Swans supporters from their afternoon naps, as it looked like everyone was in for a long afternoon. 
 
Then, very slowly, Fremantle started to look better. Barlow was getting his hands on the ball, freeing up the blokes who'd been trying to do Barlow's job to do their own. Stephen Hill started finding space to run into, Pav was able to think about a move down to the forward line and Fyfe had someone to distract a couple of his taggers. Clancee Pearce took a courageous mark, deep in the forward line and got Freo their first goal in living memory. 
 
Then all of a sudden everything started to click for Fremantle.
 
Mzungu, who'd been working his guts out all day, was fed an easy one from Kepler Bradley to make it back to back goals before Kepler took a shot for himself to make it three. 
 
With the margin cut back to 28 points, the Fremantle supporter at the ground started to sit back up in his chair. Unfortunately Chris Mayne buggered up an easy chance sending him back down into his chair again.  He was quickly back up though. The interchange steward been going through the paperwork lodged by the Swans in their last bench rotation and found  technical error. He pinged the Swans at just the right time (no one to blame but yourselves for that rule, Sydney) and Mayne was given a free kick, which this time he didn't waste. 
 
The goalfest continued with Mayne and Pavlich combining in enthusiastic style. Michael Johnson belted one home to make it six in a row and the Dockers found themselves 3 kicks of  remarkable comeback when the quarter time siren sounded. 
 
The SCG crowd weren't looking quite as cheerful at the three quarter time break. No longer expecting a percentage boosting romp home, they were quite concerned. Their players pre-season bulk was starting to look like the fat it was, their light start  to the season was starting to look like a lack of preparation, their focus on winning stoppages was looking like a one man show by Michael Barlow and their low scoring defensive play was looking like  team who couldn't kick enough goals to win a game. 
 
Fremantle on the other hand were looking like a team who had flown in, were going to take the four points and then fly out again. . 
 
But as quickly as Fremantle's fortunes had turned, they turned back again. Lewis Jetta turned on his skills, the Swans turned  3 goal lead into a 5 goal lead and the umpires turned on Fremantle. 
 
The Dockers weren't going to lie down though. They fought back with a couple more goals but started losing their nerve and dobbing points from every corner of the forward line. Two kicks and a handy point away from the Swans, a series of outrageous umpiring decisions seemed to keep Fremantle from getting the ball through the big sticks which left them at the hands of the masters of holding on to a football and counting backwards. 
 
The clock got to zero before Fremantle could get to 95 and the 4 points went to the home side, leaving Freo's plan to fly in, take the four points and fly out again a third short of prefection.