Walk away Joey
Andrew Johns, it’s time. You can do no more. Leave the game while you can walk. Run around the park with your children, get fat, surf, play stupid twenty20 games, spend your weekends at the TAB. Whatever makes you happy.
You have a crook knee and a sensitive neck. It took an eternity to get over a recent concussion. You look battered. You look old. It’s not surprising. We forget it’s been fourteen years. Fourteen years of genius. We have been blessed.
What is there left to achieve, really? Even with you in the Knights team, it doesn’t look like a premiership contender. A finals team, probably, but merely dribbling into September would hardly inspire you, I’m sure. Origin? It’s already dominated the headlines for weeks. If you play a couple of half decent games in the lead up, you’re a monty to be selected, but Joey, do you really want to see columns questioning whether you are good enough to the Blues jersey anymore? You are better than that. You’ve played 84 minutes all season. 80 of them against Canberra were not good. Understandable, but time to impress is running out.
If you get out now, you leave a legend. Don’t risk any of the legacy. Do you really want to be remembered for hobbling through an origin series and eeking it out in club football?
You owe us nothing. You should have been playing rugby anyway, so these last couple of seasons have been purely a bonus.
Walk away, while you still can.
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