The Demons will appeal the Steven May ban that has left players confused
The Demons on Thursday confirmed they would appeal the ban, adamant May's 'sole intention was to win the ball'.
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Western Bulldogs coach Luke Beveridge weighed in, saying he didn't agree with the suspension, but was adamant talk of it changing the fabric of the game was misplaced.
May was suspended despite the AFL tribunal conceding his collision with Carlton's Francis Evans last Saturday night was not a bump.
In the final minutes of his defence, May's legal counsel Adrian Anderson declared 'there was not much more he could do', but after more than 90 minutes of deliberation, the three-man tribunal panel determined he should have slowed down or changed his path to avoid Evans.
Debate has raged since the incident, with some pundits adamant the game could no longer allow players to charge headlong towards opponents, whether the ball was in play or not.
That's the grounds on which Melbourne will appeal with a hearing next week.
'We felt we presented a really strong case and Steven's sole intention was to win the ball, and we believe he provided a contest in a reasonable way given the circumstances.' Melbourne football boss, Alan Richardson said.
'After reviewing the outcome and seeking further expert legal advice this morning, we have decided to appeal the Tribunal's decision.'
Evans, who lost a tooth and was left bloodied and bruised, conceded to the tribunal that he didn't think he was going to get to the ball before May, adding to the confusion over the ban.
Essendon vice-captain Andy McGrath conceded the incident was a 'tricky' one for the tribunal but said over the course of his career his on-field attitude had changed, and he now asked himself questions despite the 'split second' nature of making calls.
'They are split-second decisions, there are so many in game, and the longer I play – this is my ninth season – those split-second contests have changed a lot,' he said.
'If you are second to the ball, you have a big responsibility to not make contact with your opponent's head.
'It definitely comes through your mind, whether that causes us to hesitate slightly, I am questioning that more and more in the game to protect the opposition player's head.'
Beveridge said talk of the May ban setting any sort of 'precedent' was unfounded and it purely determined that the outcome of this collision was a suspension.
'One of the things that has never happened in our tribunal system is there's never really been any precedent established, so I don't think anyone should be talking about precedents and how it affects the game into the future,' he said.
'Each one on their own terms is assessed.
'Do I agree with it? Probably not. When there is eyes for the ball and for all intents and purposes the players are trying to win the ball … that's where the debate rages.'
Carlton captain and Brownlow medallist Patrick Cripps said he wasn't sure what May could have done and McGrath agreed.
'It didn't look great but it's really hard to pull out of that contest at the last second,' he told SEN.
'As players, it's pretty tricky to know what penalty lies based on the act and we know that's margins between a fair play and a pretty significant sanction.'
Prior to their announcement, Demons great Garry Lyon believed the club would appeal.
Lyon did not agree with the AFL tribunal's argument that May 'had sufficient time with an unimpeded view of what was before him to determine what he could and should do in the likely event that he did not reach the ball either first or at the same time'.
'That's nonsense, which is why I've lost a bit of faith in this and why I think they'll appeal,' Lyon told SEN Breakfast.
'No-one could reasonably think that they weren't going to get to that football. (Evans) thought Steven May was going to get there first.'
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My life would never be the same again. Unfortunately, the bombing was just one terrible disaster in a series of disastrous events that would consume me, Kristan and our young family in the next few years. The 2004 Boxing Day tsunami that devastated the northern Indonesian province of Aceh, killing, maiming and displacing hundreds of thousands, was the next major catastrophe. This was followed by bomb threats, being caught in an Islamist militant riot and the discovery of a terrorist website detailing the 'best places to assassinate Australian diplomats'. If normality existed in Jakarta, it did so only in the short interludes between the end of one unexpected crisis and the onset of the next. But somehow, we persevered. Personal resilience, the support of friends and colleagues in the expatriate and embassy communities and black humour all played their part. Such antidotes, however, can only sustain one for so long. 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I spent the rest of the morning next to the plane's burning wreck, waiting for their bodies to be recovered and co-ordinating the search for Australian survivors in the nearby hospitals. I'm still haunted by what I heard and witnessed on that longest of days. Given my close proximity to the bombing, plane crash and other traumatic events, it was hardly surprising that I suffered a severe panic attack in October 2019. The strange thing is, when the attack occurred, it was quite unexpected. To be sure, in the immediate aftermath of each of these terrible events I had experienced semi-regular bouts of nightmares. But these had waned over time, to the point where I had convinced myself that, somehow, I had escaped the trauma of Jakarta unscathed. The 2019 panic attack brought that little fallacy crashing down, and I had no choice but to confront the hard reality of my fragile mental state. Writing Bomb Season in Jakarta was a giant cathartic step in my rebuilding process. 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