The rising-player talk reaches for the youngest kid or the biggest name — but the best number this round belongs to a fifteen-game forward whose output wouldn't look out of place on the senior sheet.


The easy version of this story is a warm one about the future — reach for the youngest name or the most famous one, call it a nice week for the kids, and move on. But the best number in the whole bunch this round doesn't need any of that. It belongs to a fifteen-game forward at Carlton, and it was measured against every forward in the competition, seniors and all.
Here's the finding, plainly: Talor Byrne's forward-pocket rating of 173 is the standout of the entire eligible field — 125 players under 50 games, all judged on the same sheet the seniors are judged on. That's not a 'good for a young bloke' number. Put it on the senior team-of-the-week sheet and it still stands up. It was one of the best forward performances anywhere this weekend. The fact he's played fifteen games is the footnote, not the headline — and that's the bit the usual rising-player talk gets backwards.
And it isn't one player. Look at where the Carlton newcomers sit and something bigger shows up. A full-back. A back pocket. A wing. Jagga Smith on 170 in the middle. Byrne on 173 at the goalface. Five different jobs, all under 50 games, and — crucially — none of them stacked on top of each other. That's a line drawn from the last line of defence, through the engine room, to the forward line. Not five separate feel-good stories at one club. The shape of a side, arriving all at once.
The one most people will walk straight past is at another club entirely. Billy Dowling's 169 off twelve games at Adelaide is the third-biggest number in the whole selection — and it came from a half-back flank, the position footy talk least likes to sing about. A forward's big day gets a chorus; a half-back's gets a nod. Dowling's number is nearly Byrne's, from a spot the eye never travels to. Read him up, not as an afterthought.
None of that means the newest and greenest go unhonoured. Marcus Herbert, seven games in, was selected against the seniors too — a genuine find, and his flowers are his. The point isn't that anyone is a lesser story; it's that the clearest sign here is the mid-teens-games player whose output already reads like a senior's. Byrne, Smith, Dowling. The one whose number survives the senior scale.
Now the honest limit, because it matters. This is a single round. Nothing here tells you whether Byrne's 173 or Dowling's 169 is a level they've reached or a day they've caught — no history was on the sheet to check it against. A big number off a twelve-to-fifteen-game player can be a peak day as easily as a new floor, and this evidence can't tell you which. What's settled is the scale: these numbers are senior-grade, on the same measure, in the same round. What isn't settled is whether they last. The finding is 'this happened, and it's real' — not 'this is who they now are.' You weigh that from here.
The measure of how big the round was isn't the eighteen who made it — it's the players who produced genuine Team-of-the-Week football and still missed.






Judged on the exact same sheet as every forward in the competition — seniors included — Talor Byrne's forward-pocket rating of 173 wasn't just the best of the newcomers, it was one of the best forward performances in the game this weekend, full stop. The youth is the footnote; the output is the story. And he isn't alone at his club.