In the week he plays his 150th game, we pay tribute to a quality player and a quality person.
When close friend and long-term team mate, Max Ellis, casts his mind back he remembers Cailean Moore coming to Fitzroy half way through the 2010 season as a renowned gun. Cailean and Max went on to play in the winning U19 grand final that year and have played together ever since. Through thick and thin.
Captain Rory Angiolella agrees that its been a rough and tough ride for Cailean. But hes stuck at it, spending some time moving between the ones and twos,says Rory. Over the years hes played many different roles midfielder, backline, half-back flank, a bit of everywhere.
This season Cailean Seymour to his teammates and fans around the ground has cemented his place in the senior side and according to coach Nick Mitchell, has been a mainstay.
Hes done everything asked of him, week in week out, and hasnt looked like losing his spot,says Nick.
In the last month weve given Cailean some significant roles on the oppositions best players and hes been successful on every occasion. He thrives on the challenge.
Fact is, you can ask Cailean to do whatever you like and hell do it to the best of his ability, no questions asked.
Actually, Im wrong there,Nick qualifies. Hell ask all the right questions and be very clear what it is we want him to do. Exactly./p>
This seasons successes come on the back of a determination and willingness to prepare not but physically, but mentally.
Whatever he can do to help the team and his mates, hes prepared to do,says Nick. He has the ability to push himself harder on the track and on the field than virtually anyone else in the team.
In the area of aerobic capacity and mental toughness, theres none better. He runs and runs and runs until he has nothing left every week./p>
Having no argument with the coachs assessment of his football abilities, Max and Rory also agree that Cailean is all quality
Hes just a good bloke,says Max. A top bloke,says Rory.
For readers wondering about the Seymournickname, it came about when Michael Cussons, unfamiliar with the Gaelic hard k wondered who the hell C. Moore was.
