How to measure the greatness of Hawthorn? With apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning, let us count the ways. They've won three premierships in a row, but that's the least of it. They are the oldest side to win the flag, and on the hottest grand final day on record. Supposedly, they would be like Napoleon's army in Russia, killed off by the weather. Evidently, repeat premierships are the secret of eternal youth. Come presentation time, all still were bounding onto the dais. They made a mess of what was, in prospect, a perfectly good grand final, but they won't apologise for that. It is up to others to rise to the occasion and their level, not for them to lower themselves. Those who say they...
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