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Gather Round began with lavish lunches, intriguing matchups and a South Australian premier who lobbied for it, nurtured it and who very much now owns it. Politically, culturally and geographically, South Australia remains an excellent fit. But it always feels like the footy industry is on one big sell for the week, and this year’s version didn’t quite reach the heights of the previous three.

A lot of that was due to the weather, which was atrocious at times. With two mismatches earlier on Sunday, Gather Round was crying out for a decent match to close things out. Heading into half-time, the Port Adelaide-St Kilda game was trundling along, the rain was pissing down and it loomed as the sort of contest Ross Lyon would put to sleep and the rest of us would never speak of again.

But Jason Horne-Francis was like a man possessed in the third term, storming out the front of stoppages, leaping over packs and giving every indication he intended to win the game off his own boot. Low slung and with the ideal centre of gravity for the modern footballer, he was perfectly suited to the sloppy conditions. His team had the worst of the whistle however. And they shot themselves in the foot with several unforgivable turnovers.

St Kilda had a dire record at Adelaide Oval, and they’ve been very wobbly in second halves this year. But they defended stoutly, with Callum Wilkie and Jack Silvagni both having fine games. Silvagni is a footballer who’s squeezed every drop of ability out of himself. He’s slow. He’s not overly tall for a defender. At Carlton he rucked, he plugged holes, and he busted his gut every week. He had some horrendous injuries. His brother was sent to prison. But he had one of the best games of his career on Sunday night.

All the sport’s heavy hitters were in Adelaide this week – leaking, lurking and long lunching. Peter Malinauskas was front and centre – kissing babies, kicking checksides, charming the birds from the trees and snookering any other states seeking their slice of the gathering pie. It can seem, at times, as though entry to these events is conditional on spruiking the magnificence of “Mali”. Eddie McGuire, probably the only man in Australia who can work a room better, was typically restrained in this regard. “Everybody that comes over wants to meet the premier, they want to shake his hand, they want to do business with him,” he told the Adelaide Advertiser. “It’s like John Travolta on the dancefloor – it’s happening all around him.”

I mean, get your hand off it Ed. But the rain did dampen the quality of play and the atmosphere at many of the nine games. There was still some excellent football across the weekend however. Essendon deserve enormous credit for bucking prevailing opinion and towelling up the boom side Melbourne. Particular credit goes to coach Brad Scott for coming up with a game plan that disarmed Melbourne and denied them the ball. Sydney too, deserve plaudits for navigating the tight squeeze at Norwood Oval and for out-tackling the oddly passive Gold Coast. It was a game that showcased some of the highest rated and paid players in the sport. But none shone brighter than Isaac Heeney, who turned in the best individual performance of the round.

The most intriguing game, though far from the prettiest, was Collingwood’s clash with Fremantle on Friday night. A few hours before the opening bounce, as the rain tumbled sideways, Fox Footy’s Will Faulkner tweeted a picture of Josh Treacy warming up barefoot, bouncing a tennis ball in the puddles. In the opening minutes of the game, he attacked the already wet ball at full speed and collected it cleanly at his toes. And with the game in the balance two hours later, with his teammates scheming to get him behind the ball, and with Jamie Elliott priming for another mark of the year, he hurtled backwards and hauled down the match saving mark.

It was a strange game and a muted atmosphere. Against Brisbane a week earlier, the Pies were disorganised and bereft of class. In Adelaide, Scott Pendlebury brought the organisation, Nick Daicos brought the class, the rain and wind brought the game back to bare basics, and Collingwood brought ferocious pressure. But every time the ball escaped into open air, which was rarely, Fremantle looked by far the superior team. In the rooms afterwards, the Dockers sang their battle hymn at triple speed, Barenaked Ladies style, and a concussed Sean Darcy was in no fit state to keep pace. By Sunday night, after four days of football, rain and frivolity, many visitors to Adelaide were just as unsteady.