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Biker Part Five-Clint Barton Series
This is Part Five of my Biker Clint Series, all previous parts are listed on my masterlist. As I stated in part one, this series hasn’t been finished as of August 10th, 2020 but I am working on finishing it. It’s taking me a lot longer than previously thought seeing as I’m getting ready to head back to Uni. But I am trying my lovelies. As always, thank you for reading and I always appreciate feedback!
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“Barton’s Mechanic’s this is Olivia speaking.” Olivia spoke a few weeks later as she was standing at the front desk of the shop.
“Hi, I’m looking to book an appointment to bring my car in for an oil change and I need new breaks.” The woman spoke as Olivia opened the calendar on the computer.
“I have an opening tomorrow at noon.”
“Is it with Clint? I only let Clint work on my car.” Olivia chuckled.
“Unfortunately, Clint isn’t working tomorrow. Luke is on the schedule.”
“When is he next in?”
“I’m sorry, Clint won’t be back for about a week,”
“Is it club business?” The woman spoke as Olivia paused.
“Club business? Ma’am, even if it was I wouldn’t be able to tell you that, but no, it isn’t, he’s getting ready for his wedding.”
“His wedding? Okay, well I’ll take the slot tomorrow.” Olivia stayed on the phone for another few minutes, taking down the woman’s information.
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The next day Olivia was back behind the counter of the shop, Clint had been off with Natasha and Bucky, the three planning the wedding, Clint refusing to let Olivia help as she planned their first herself. It was almost noon, Peter and Harley had come in not long before and had dropped off lunch for her.
“Hi, you must be Anne.” Olivia spoke as a woman came in after parking her car in the lot. “Luke is finishing up right now and he’ll be right out with you.” Olivia stated as she went back to some of the photos she was going through for one of her clients.
“That’s okay. Can I ask you something?” Olivia nodded as she looked up. “I’ve been coming here for four years, and I’ve never seen Clint with anyone, how come I didn’t know he was seeing someone, it’s a small town after all.” Olivia look sized the woman up.
“When did you move to town?”
“A little over four years ago, moved in with my sister, June after her husband passed.”
“Well, Clint’s been with the same woman since he was seventeen. Been in love with her longer than that. The two already have been married once, they took a break, never divorced, and she’s back and they figured after four and a half years away, it was time to renew their vows.” Olivia shrugged. Anne and Olivia chatted a while longer before Luke brought her car in. Anne stayed and waited. Luke was almost done changing the breaks when Clint came in carrying a cup of coffee for each of them.
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“Hey.” Clint set the cup on the counter.
“You’re a saint.” She said as Clint laughed before he leaned over and kissed her.
“You say that now. Just you wait until you see what me and Buck have planned for the wedding.”
“Oh no, you’re letting Bucky help. Clint you know how he gets with that ego,”
“Excuse me.” Bucky stated having heard his sister. “My ego is not big.”
“Really Buck? I remember when Sophia Harnes called you hot sophomore year, you gloated about it for weeks until Natasha broke your nose.”
“Okay, I get it.” Bucky held his hands up. “Nat said you’re meeting tomorrow to go dress shopping.”
“Of course she does.” Olivia rolled her eyes.
“We’ll be in my office, we have some things to work on for the club.” Olivia nodded as she kissed Clint again.
“Alright baby, I’m out of here in twenty, I’m supposed to be meeting my dad for lunch.”
“Your dad? Have fun with that.” Clint chuckled as Bucky smirked.
“You do know he’s going to give you hell for agreeing to marry that jackass again.” Bucky spoke once Clint was in his office.
“Heard you asshole!” Clint called before Bucky followed him.
“You didn’t say you were marrying Clint.” Anne spoke from her spot on the bench.
“You didn’t ask whom he was marrying.” Olivia shrugged. “And technically, I’m already married to him.” Olivia got back her photographs. Fifteen minutes passed and Olivia had submitted the photos through email to her client before heading back to Clint’s office. “Hey baby.” Olivia spoke knocking before opening the door.
“Yeah?” Clint and Bucky both looked up from the paperwork that sat between them.
“I’m heading out, someone needs to man the desk.” Olivia leaned against the doorframe as Clint shoved the papers over to her brother.
“I’ll have Peter come in.” Clint said moving towards her. “I’ll walk you out.” Resting a hand on Olivia’s back he began leading her out of the room.
“See you later Buck-a-roo.” Olivia smirked at her brother before Clint pushed her out and towards her car. “I’ll meet you at bar after lunch with my dad.”
“Shut up.” Clint spoke as Olivia turned towards him
“Excuse me?” She spoke but noticed the look on Clint’s face. “What?” She asked softly before Clint pressed her against the door of her car and kissed her. Olivia grinned kissing him back for a moment before pushing him away from her. “What are you doing?” She laughed.
“I’ve wanted to do that all afternoon but your brother won’t leave.” Clint spoke, resting his hands on her hips.
“I so want to take you home right now, but I need to go meet my dad, I will gladly resume this tonight though.” Olivia grinned at him before pulling him back to her and kissing him.
“Go meet your dad.” Olivia grinned as she pushed Clint away from her and began opening the door to her car.
“I’ll see you at the bar.” Olivia smiled before she drove off.
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“Hey hot stuff.” Natasha spoke upon Olivia entering the tattoo shop in which the club owned. Olivia had had lunch with her father and then decided she wanted a new tattoo.
“Well hello my dear sister-in-law.” Olivia grinned. “I could use some new ink.” Olivia said leaning against the counter.
“New ink for the wedding? Is it something that Sam should be looking at? Or should we call Clint or Steve?” Natasha asked flipping through the book of appointments.
“You may be right. Give me ten, I’m going to call Bucky, he’d kill me if I let Steve or Sam tattoo my chest.” Olivia spoke.
“Actually, hold on, Buck!” Natasha screamed and Bucky came walking out of one of the back rooms. “Babe, your sister wants some ink.”
“Really?” Bucky asked raising a brow at her.
“Yes, figured something permanent to show my husband I’m not running off anytime soon.” Olivia shifted on her feet. “We figured you wouldn’t want Sam or Steve tattooing certain areas of me.” Olivia spoke as Bucky motioned her to the back.
“Come on short stuff, we’ll talk about tattoo ideas.” Olivia followed her brother into the back. “What are you thinking Liv?” Bucky sat on a seat as Olivia dropped onto the other. Olivia told her brother her idea and he did a drawing before tattooing her.
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“There you are.” Bucky stated wiping off the excess ink off from under Olivia’s breast where she had him put a small arrow.
“Thanks Buck, you’re the best brother I have,”
“I’m the only brother you have,”
“Details, details.” Olivia waved him off with a grin as he began wrapping her ribs.
“You and Nat are dress shopping tomorrow, right?” Bucky asked as Olivia nodded.
“Apparently.” She spoke pulling her shirt back over her head. Olivia hung out at the shop for a little while longer before heading back to her and Clint’s house.
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Blues larrikins and legends: New AFL book does justice to Carlton’s grandest days
Between 1979 and 1982, Carlton dominated league football, winning three of the four premierships on offer, and winning 76 of 98 games, a strike rate of 78 per cent.
It’s a record that stands up very well against other great teams of the modern era, Brisbane in the early 2000s, Geelong between 2007-11 and Hawthorn’s recent three flags in a row. Yet for some reason, the Blues aren’t often mentioned in the same breath.
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Perhaps that has something to do with the reputation those champion Carlton teams forged away from the football field.
The Blues were big drinkers, hard partiers, and tales of their exploits, like an infamous visit to The Lodge when the players walked away with the silver service cutlery, or the late night adventures of the likes of Wayne Johnston, Jimmy Buckley and Val Perovic, have become the stuff of football legend.
But on Tuesday, the football deeds of those famous Blues will be as front and centre as those stories at the launch of Larrikins and Legends, a new book taking an in-depth look at Carlton’s finest era, the function held, very appropriately, at Peter “Percy” Jones’s North Fitzroy Arms hotel.
Author Dan Eddy has spent considerable time interviewing not only the stars of those triumphant days, but it seems, many of the bit players as well, and the result is fascinating reading.
After Carlton won the 1972 premiership, its third in a five-year span, the Blues drifted for several years despite a glut of individual talent and roll call of instantly recognisable names. It was Alex Jesaulenko’s appointment as captain-coach six rounds into the 1978 season that whipped, almost literally some would argue, an under-performed group into top gear.
Jesaulenko’s torturous training sessions, in which players would run ridiculous numbers of laps, sprints over and over again, and drag tyres filled with bricks around behind them, themselves became the stuff of legend, a story from Carlton cult figure Vin Catoggio typical:
Jubilant Carlton players run a lap of honour after winning the 1979 grand final against Collingwood. Photo: Peter Cox
“Wayne Harnes was competing with somebody else, and he was that tired that he fell to the ground and couldn’t get back up,” Catoggio said.
“Jezza went up beside him and said, ‘Harmesy, get up!’ He said ‘I can’t,’ and Jezza said again ‘get up!’ to which Harmsey said, ‘Fuck you, I can’t!’ ‘If you don’t get up we’re going to stay out here as long as you want,’ so everyone was yelling ‘Harmesy, get up!’ He dragged himself to his knees, then got up on his feet and went for the next ball and again fell flat on his face. It was incredible to watch.”
Wayne Harmes, Ken Sheldon and Jimmy Buckley (the latter pair having swapped guernseys) celebrate the 1979 grand final win.
After a rare loss in 1979, Jesaulenko had promised his players a tortuous Tuesday evening session and duly delivered. It began with three 1500-metre time trials, then 10 x 800’s,10 x 400’s, 10 x 200’s, and then man-on-man contesting for the rest of the night. “We started at five o’clock and we got off the track at twenty to eleven,” Harmes recalls.
But Carlton, already a skilful side, reaped the benefits of the extra physical and mental resilience their brutal coach had instilled in them, particularly Harmes.
In the grand final against arch enemy Collingwood, it was he who not only won the very first Norm Smith Medal, named after his great uncle, but who delivered one of football’s most famous moments, chasing his own errant kick to the boundary, diving full-length and fisting the ball into the path of Ken Sheldon, who kicked what proved to be the match-winning goal in the five-point thriller against Collingwood.
True to the club’s reputation of the time as loud, boisterous and perhaps arrogant, what ensued was not a basking in the premiership glow, but a civil war, when during a bitter boardroom split, Jesaulenko backed the incumbent, George Harris, lost, and promptly departed for St Kilda.
Jesaulenko’s old mate Percy Jones, asked to fill the breach in 1980, got Carlton to second on the ladder, only for the Blues to go out of September in straight sets. He, too, was unceremoniously tipped out. But the next man for the job, former Hawk David Parkin, would prove a masterstroke.
Carlton powered through the 1981 season, finishing on top of the ladder, comfortably beating Geelong in the second semi-final to earn a second week off, ready to face Collingwood, again playing the role of underdog, preparing for its fourth final in as many weeks.
Parkin was meticulous in his planning, his side perfectly prepared and a warm favourite. But grand final nerves remained an issue.
“Before the game, I went into our rooms and only five blokes were ready for the pre-match warm-up,” he recalled. “So I went into the medical room and there were seven players who were receiving a local anaesthetic, and I had known nothing about their ailments prior to that.
“That made 12, so where were the other eight players? I wandered through each room, and finally I found them. They were all lying on the floor holding hands in a darkened room listening to the psychologist, Laurie Hayden. … I staggered out of there thinking, ‘We’ve got seven physically, and eight mentally, who are incapable of doing the job today. As bad as Collingwood are, we’re not going to win with five players.”
For a time, it looked like the Blues wouldn’t, either. But two late third-quarter goals to Buckley and Rod Ashman pegged back a 21-point Collingwood lead. And in the last term, Carlton came right over the top to win by 20 points.
“My greatest memory is when Jimmy Buckley slotted the goal, and as we were going to the huddle he said, ‘Boys, they’re fucked! I can see it in their eyes, we’ll beat this mob’,” recalls rover Alex Marcou.
“I immediately turned to watch the Collingwood players at the huddle and they were arguing with each other because we’d kicked a couple of quick, late goals. I thought to myself, ‘Yep, Bucks is right.’ We were pretty fired up.”
Eddy was able to speak to virtually everyone connected with Carlton of the era. Except, perhaps not surprisingly, the famously reclusive Bruce Doull, who left him an apologetic voicemail. Not that the author was short on tributes from his teammates testifying both to his champion qualities as a defender, and the extent of his shyness.
Warren “Wow” Jones, who would play the game of his life in the 1982 grand final, recalls a moment involving Doull from that very game.
“He hadn’t spoken to me in about five years, and at quarter-time I’ve grabbed a couple of oranges out of the bucket and I’m counting the pips as Parkin’s talking. Suddenly, Brucey tapped me on the shoulder and I thought ‘Shit! Bruce is going to ask me for some advice or something.’ I said ‘Yes Bruce?’ and he said, ‘Mate, you’re standing on my toe’!”
And it was that 1982 back-to-back triumph over Richmond, one of the most brutal grand finals of the modern era, which set the seal on this Carlton side as one of the greats.
The Tigers had finished on top of the ladder and dispensed with the Blues in the second semi-final. Carlton had struggled to get over Hawthorn in the preliminary final.
Parkin, sensing he would need a different plan of attack for the re-match with the warm favourite, took some gambles. Richmond key forward David Cloke had kicked five goals on Perovic in the second semi-final. Parkin decided to go with the much lower-profile Mario Bortolotto on Cloke with Perovic taking Michael Roach instead.
He also started a potential match-winner Peter Bosustow on the interchange bench alongside Marcou. Both gambits paid off big time, Cloke and Roach quelled, and the “Buzz” and little man Marcou playing big second halves in a bruising, draining game played in difficult conditions.
Carlton were known for their big third quarters. It was no exception in the game that mattered most, the Blues booting 5.4 to Richmond’s 0.6 to take a 17-point lead to the final break, the historic win sealed by Marcou’s goal on the run late in the final term.
Nine Carlton players, Doull (who’d played in his first flag back in 1972), Sheldon, Buckley, Harmes, Johnston, Marcou, Mark Maclure, Peter McConville, and skipper Mike Fitzpatrick played in all three premierships. They were heady days that wouldn’t last.
Carlton wouldn’t win the flag again for another five years. Indeed, the Blues have won only another two in the subsequent 35 years, and endured, through the mid-2000s, their darkest hours, and their only wooden spoons.
But the Blues of 1979-82 aren’t remembered so fondly by the faithful only because they were representative of the last great era Carlton have had, nor just for their exploits around the various pubs, bars and nightclubs of Melbourne.
They were a super football team, full of bona fide stars and which played eminently watchable football, and one which in hindsight was only a breath or two away from winning four consecutive premierships.
Theirs is a legacy that deserves more acclaim and it’s one Eddy’s book does a fine job in delivering.
Larrikins & Legends, by Dan Eddy (Slattery Media Group). Books available at books.slatterymedia.com.
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