Sydney Roosters coach Trent Robinson has gone from a revered wizard to a whinger as his stacked team fails to live up to the hype.
There’s inordinate amounts of negative stereotypes about the Roosters, most of them true.
But whether it’s their love of skinny caps, organic wraps or dodging salary caps, none is as damning as their latest — The Roosters have become whingers.
We all remember the time when “Roosters Footy” was about embodying the game’s finest virtues.
Stuff like playing for premierships, the relentless pursuit of excellence, and stealing Souths’ best players, just to name a few.
But nowadays, “Roosters Footy” is solely about self-puncturing their own hype and blaming it on three nerds in a caravan.
Yep, seldom is any recent Chooks defeat not followed by Bunker bashing or refs criticism- and it’s primarily lead by their head coach.
Trent Robinson is a modern day NRL colossus, but his habit of blasting officials is earning the Bondi boys a reputation as sore losers who can’t rise above the game’s variables, like the bouncing ball and Ashley Klein.
And if he continues focusing on nitpicking hairline decisions rather than his team’s inability to record a line break, he risks being remembered less as a triple premiership coach and more like Des Hasler and Ricky Stuart, men who spend most Mondays passing kidney stones on the phone to the ref’s boss.
Fair enough, Robinson’s confusion over the disrupter rule after Thursday night’s loss to the Storm was warranted, but only because nobody understands the rule, refs included.
But in the tumble-dryer of a spirited match, his gripe about Nelson Asofa-Solomona shunting Eliesa Katoa across for a try was petty hair-splitting, much like being charged 30 years of late fees for a DVD and complaining about the trailers.
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