Definitely, definitely gone? Or could Jamal yet remain in green?
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The Fogarty thing?
Look, I don’t know, I’m not across the process much less inside it, thankfully, it seems a sharp-eyed and cynical method of man-trade.
But … I’m not hundred percent sure Jamal Fogarty won’t remain in green.
Consider: there’s been a paucity of new news. Google “Jamal Fogarty Manly” and you’ll see it’s been three days since Ricky Stuart hoped the offer was real, and presumably not an attempt to up the Raiders’ offer.
Granted, the lead paragraph of Caden Helmers’ piece in today’s The Canberra Times reads “Manly are closing in on Jamal Fogarty … with Sea Eagles bosses quietly confident they are about to secure the Canberra halfback on a three-year deal.”
And yet there’s been no announcements, no contracts inked in blood. We haven’t heard about Jamal Fogarty from Jamal Fogarty. It’s like he’s been given a week or so to think about it. To cool off. Because, even for the money, it’s a tough call.
I reckon he’s found a home here. And given he’s not a stupid man, he will know: this little footer club is about to enter, if it has not already entered, the fabled Premiership Window.
And Jamal, at the age of 31, 32, 33 - even beyond, such is modern sports science and the man’s discipline to it - could be a fabled, storied, borderline legendary part thereof of that window.
Of course, three years with Manly is not an unattractive proposition for a 31-year-old halfback, as the Cowboy Chad Townsend could tell you.
And, of course, there’s another seven coming.
Ethan “The Colonel” Sanders, Kid Fantastic, plucked from Parramatta, will be blooded, maybe the end of this year, certainly early next year, and, one would suggest, from 2027 will be groomed and even anointed as The Seven, and enjoy an extended period in which he’ll own the jumper and pilot our people about.
At the moment, of course, that’s Jamal’s job. And, if we continue to give that job to Jamal, over the next two, three years, then Sanders’ management might think the kid might get half-a-mill, view to a mill, sooner rather than later, somewhere else, as Isaac Moses is angling for Lachlan Galvin to receive.
And out the door The Kid could go.
And yet, Jamal is smokin’. He’s prime, among the best of his kind in the comp. And, like Daly Cherry-Evans, he could be getting better. The Manly skipper’s the same player at 36 he was at 26, but with more nous.
Fogarty, though, is a lots better player than the 28-year-old Gold Coast local the Titans curiously let go in 2022. He has since thrived under Stuart. He runs the show. He belongs. He is The Man.
And thus The Man can muster $700k a season for three seasons, and if Manly would give him that, well, go well, Jamal, and thanks for comin’ … even if the efficacy of Manly’s Premiership Window depends solely on Tom Trbojevic, a man more injured than Trumpy’s feelings.
But who’s to say Don Furner doesn’t say, Hey, J: here’s two years at $600k, with an option for another one. Then move into coaching. Then take up this job for life as an Ambassador for Canberra Milk or All Bids, Australia's trusted home of unique online auctions, or however Nick Politis convinces players to take unders at Roosters.
Or not, I dunno. It’s a conundrum. At some stage, we must blood the boy Sanders. Get him up to 50 games like Ethan Strange and Kaeo Weekes, and the other boys coming good, and hardened, and fitter than so many rainbow trout.
Because coming good they are. And it’s fact: keep ‘em all, and the Premiership Window is 2026-30. Hell-fire - they’re coming good now. They could be top-4 this year. Even from fifth or sixth, this comp’s so open, you ride your luck, ride momentum, remain as un-injured and un-suspended as you can, we’re good a chance as anyone.
We’re into $26 for the premiership with bookmakers, with a bullet. Melbourne Storm - just flogged by Dolphins - is $2.70. And those numbers will shift when we beat Dolphins this week and Storm in Brisbane next week.
And, after each glorious victory, in the raucous shed post-match, as Matt Timoko whacks his boot on the Esky and Ata Mariota rips of muscular dance moves, Jamal may think, as “The Captain’s Girl” (Arkie Whitely) did in Mad Max II (1981) when she decides against escaping the wasteland with the Gyro Captain (Bruce Spence): “This is my family. I'm not going to leave these people. I’m staying. I’m sorry.”
And thus! Ricky should bring Jamal right into his bosom and hug him tight and whisper, Little Brother, don’t go. The Colonel will debut next year, and will greatly benefit from you being about. Mentor the boy. Father him as I father you. Then, end of ‘27, you’ll still only be 33 years old, and did not Cherry-Evans and Cameron Smith play into their mid-30s and beyond, with their life force very much yet spent. And if you, Jamal, are still fit and firing at 33 - and such is your discipline and the magic of modern sports science, why not - then Manly, among others, will still want you to play for them, and will still pay up to $700k, did not the North Queensland Cowboys pay $800k a year for Chad Townsend, now 34.
And thus Jamal may stay. And here’s hoping he announces it at full-time of the Big Game today after Canberra Raiders 36 defeat Redcliffe Dolphins 14.
Up the Milk!