IT WAS the day they dammed the Franklin. Almost.

Hawthorn faithful and loyal Tasmanians who cherish memories of the great Peter Hudson might have gone to the game in Launceston to see another goal-shooting legend in the making. But the Bulldogs hadn't read the script.

True, Lance "Buddy" Franklin managed five goals. But two of those were gifted to him by opponents grown so confident that they risked turning over the ball rather than stifle their winning rampage.

Sorry, Hawks. The truth is that Tom Williams played possibly his best game to stop your man Franklin from being the match winner he's so obviously destined to be.

Even worse for the brown and gold, Williams was only one of a pack of Dogs who didn't just end Hawthorn's unbeaten streak — they buried it like last week's chewed-up bone. By 32 points, to be precise.

Take Robert Murphy. Please take Robert Murphy, the Hawthorn brains trust must have been groaning through gritted teeth late yesterday. That would be just after the whimsical forward — and Age columnist — flew so high over his distant kinsman Thomas that he risked a nosebleed from the altitude.

Once, the joke used to be that, in Justin, Carlton had bought the "wrong Madden" from Essendon. As the sun set over Aurora Stadium yesterday, it looked as if Hawthorn got the wrong Murphy.

Oh, and there was a Hudson there yesterday. But his name was Ben. He dominated in the ruck … for the Bulldogs, of course.