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 Redemption wasn’t waiting for Fremantle at the MCG. It had been billed as a Grand Final Rematch but there was nothing grand or final about this match.  A win wouldn’t dry up the tears that fell last September, nor fill the hole in Matthew Pavlich’s giant heart, nor mend the psychological damage to Nat Fyfe that he tries to cover up with hair, nor bring back those lost days between October 12th and 18th that saw Hayden Ballantyne disappear only to return speaking fluent mandarin and missing a kidney. It certainly wouldn’t repair the damage Aaron Sandilands did to all that furniture, and the walls, and those cars and the buildings, and those poor, poor villagers,  on that fateful morning last year when the night terrors boiled over. That was all behind them now and the only way forward was to get their hands on that shiny, purple ribbon adorned cup. 
 
It was actually one of the few times that when a coach says the game is just about 4 points that they were telling the truth.  The 4 points would keep one of the two sides on top of the ladder for another week, they'd save the pain and humiliation for later on the year when the stakes were high. 
 
The fact that both teams missing a few important players - Nat Fyfe, Michael Barlow, Hodge, all the Hawthorn ruckman and even Zac Dawson helped take the heat out of the build up but no one was expecting just how low key Fremantle would start the game. Ross Lyon's legendary dampening skills looked to have been over used pre-game as the Dockers stood around watching the Hawks wander away from the centre with the football. 
 
Perhaps, through their one experience their, Fremantle thought all games at the MCG started with a parade and Hunters & Collectors concert, and they were waiting for them to play Nat Fyfe’s new anthem ‘Throw Your Arms Around Him’ but it was looking  like the Hawks had caught Fremantle off guard a bit. They put on a couple of quick goals with Fremantle not just struggling to keep up but starting  to look very much outclassed. Ross Lyon must have been regretting his decision to not bring over any replacements for Barlow and Fyfe in the centre square. 
 
The expectation was that Fremantle would settle, block the Hawks run and try and sneak through a couple of late ones before regrouping at quarter time but the Hawks just kept kicking goals.  Fremantle's defence was a shambles and it became apparent just how important Zac Dawson is to the team, they desperately needed someone to blame it all on. 
 
Matthew Pavlich eventually juggled a mark in the goal square, so he was just within his range, and managed to get Fremantle on the scoreboard (avoiding another humiliating goalless opening quarter like the previous time they'd played the Hawks) but by quarter time Fremantle had conceded more goals than they had in an entire game this season. Not to mention the 30 points they were in the hole. 
 
It wasn't time to panic though. Ross Lyon would soon be striding out into the centre to give them all what for and send them off to go about their business, throwing a blanket over the Hawthorn midfield, shutting down the Hawks' forward line and bringing this game of football to it's knees.
 
He probably needed to explain it all a bit clearer. Smith dobbed a couple of early goals to push the Hawks even further ahead and it was looking like not much had changed. They were still slow and sluggish, and the structure had more holes in it than a story about one of Troy Buswell’s nights out.
 
The steady hands of Matthew Pavlich got Fremantle their second goal but that almost seem to irritate the Hawks. They went on a rampage and Fremantle offered little resistance.
 
Before the game, Ross Lyon had pointed out that Fremantle needed to keep the Hawks under 12 goals if they were going to win the game. That Hawks had their 12 goals by half time so Fremantle  had to spend most of the long break retooling their strategy  and when they returned from the rooms it looked like Ross had finally taken off the handbrake, unleashing a star studded bunch of huge big men and chaotic small forwards in a kaleidoscope of attacking options, with Matthew Pavlich brought up his third goal inside the opening minute.
 
The Fremantle supporters braced themselves for a resounding Freeee-ooooo chant, anticipating it to be the first of many in the Fremantle fightback...but those Melbourne Freo supporters don’t have much luck. It was all a bit of a mirage. There was no fight in the Dockers and Hawthorn kept on marching towards a percentage boosting win with another three goals, some might say unnecessarily flashy goals at that. 
 
Ballantyne and Duffield kicked a couple of nice ones to ease the indignity of the two goal first half but the Hawks were running Fremantle into the ground, leaving themselves little room to improve later in the season. Fremantle, on the other hand, had a lot of what the football linguists like to call up-side. In fact they had a crap load of up-side and, since there was no indication of self harm from the Fremantle players, that’s presumably what they focussed on at three quarter time when they went in 11 goals down. 
 
In a better world, they would call these sorts of games off and let everyone  go their separate ways, never to speak of it again but the people running the AFL have always been bastards and they’ve always hated Fremantle, so the Dockers headed out to the last quarter where the Hawks put upon them the ultimate indignity - they eased up. 
 
Not worthy of Hawthorn’s time anymore, the Hawks shut up shop in the last quarter and let the Dockers kick some cheap goals, denying Fremantle the chance to save face. But Freo are a professional unit and, though they knew they had been well beaten, they ignored Hawthorn’s hubris, put thrown egos aside and made the most of the opportunity, kicking 6 goals and cutting back on some of the damage done to their percentage. 
 
When the final siren sounded, Hawthorn had the 4 points and the spot on top of the ladder but Fremantle know there are plenty more of those 4 points on offer and they’ll bide their time. For in 22 weeks the Dockers will finally get that shot at redemption.