How can you have a Collingwood mate Jake??
Wait a minute, I have a close Collingwood mate in Mildura and he is quite fair about footy in general.
He would have to be an exception I reckon.
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Wait a minute, I have a close Collingwood mate in Mildura and he is quite fair about footy in general.
He would have to be an exception I reckon.
My mother in law barracks for Collingwood, as does her current/second husband.
Each used the Ladder Predictor after we’d won the QF and selected a Collingwood vs Geelong grand final.
There was no sense in arguing logically with either of them.
They’ve been quiet the last fortnight or so.
FIIK where Christmas lunch is this year!
I watched the whole thing at home, sat back and just enjoyed the last quarter, had a few drinks, texted a lot with my cousin who lives in WA. Wife was out on Sunday, so I watched the GF again with a bug smile on my face the entire time.
Yeah Gray hearing you, he was happy Dusty got the NS, Cameron first goal into Dusty NS = $650.00. We were home half though the third, he said to me "Dusty has been *smile* off for nearly 8 minutes Jesus". I didn't know he had bet going and I was wondered why he was upset. But he collected good judge.
My day began at 12:00am at Darwin airport. We waited for another 3hrs until our delayed Jetstar flight departed. Meanwhile the missus and I had a few drinks at the bar. I had a double scotch which I thought might help me sleep. When the barmaid told me of the $26 cost I was taken by surprise and exclaimed ‘how much!!’. She then pointed at the glass and told me it did contain a lot of alcohol and I ought to be careful. First time I have been told off by a barmaid for buying a drink!
Arrived at our airb&b place around 10AM and relaxed for a few hours. It was bloody freezing in Melbourne so I rugged up and headed out to get my tickets. I got them at a theatre on Collins st rather than the G as I thought it might be crowded. I then walked the rest of the way. I was at one point surrounded by GWS supporters in orange robes channeling the sanyassans and chanting strange quasi-religious chants all the way to the G.
I soaked up the amazing carnival atmosphere outside the ground for a while the met up with my daughter. The most difficult part of the day was fighting the crowds at gate 1 in order to get in! The comedian on the mike kept telling us ‘if you go to the left of where I am standing....’. Of course no-one had a clue where that was due to the crush which added hilarity to our predicament. In due course we entered and found our seats.
The game was fantastic. We were up in the 3rd tier under the scoreboard. I remember jumping up and down a lot celebrating goals and singing many, many renditions of yellow and black after the final siren and having trouble telling one player from another. ‘Was that Marlion again?’ ‘Nah it was Shedda’ ‘After 50 everything is a mystery mate’. ‘Well played Soldo!!’ ‘Err I think it was Nank’ ‘Oh Ok right you are mate’ pretty much summed up my afternoon.
Afterwards I was keen to head to Swan st. ‘No way I’m going there Dad, too crowded!’ Exclaimed my 24 yo daughter channeling her 80yo grandmother ‘I’m off home’ ‘see ya!’. So I followed suit and did the same. It had been a long day after all.
Arrived at our airb&b place around 10AM and relaxed for a few hours. It was bloody freezing in Melbourne so I rugged up and headed out to get my tickets. I got them at a theatre on Collins st rather than the G as I thought it might be crowded. I then walked the rest of the way. I was at one point surrounded by GWS supporters in orange robes channeling the sanyassans and chanting strange quasi-religious chants all the way to the G.
I soaked up the amazing carnival atmosphere outside the ground for a while the met up with my daughter. The most difficult part of the day was fighting the crowds at gate 1 in order to get in! The comedian on the mike kept telling us ‘if you go to the left of where I am standing....’. Of course no-one had a clue where that was due to the crush which added hilarity to our predicament. In due course we entered and found our seats.
The game was fantastic. We were up in the 3rd tier under the scoreboard. I remember jumping up and down a lot celebrating goals and singing many, many renditions of yellow and black after the final siren and having trouble telling one player from another. ‘Was that Marlion again?’ ‘Nah it was Shedda’ ‘After 50 everything is a mystery mate’. ‘Well played Soldo!!’ ‘Err I think it was Nank’ ‘Oh Ok right you are mate’ pretty much summed up my afternoon.
Afterwards I was keen to head to Swan st. ‘No way I’m going there Dad, too crowded!’ Exclaimed my 24 yo daughter channeling her 80yo grandmother ‘I’m off home’ ‘see ya!’. So I followed suit and did the same. It had been a long day after all.
I remember you saying you were coming down back in 17 , 23 would have been awesome experience after 37 years .
That's what you tell us about the house !
My dad barracked for the Pies and i became a Tiger.
i remember the 1980 GF dad was chasing me around the kitchen table every time the Tigers scored a goal as i was giving him a KB hands in the air fist pump. Little was i to know i would have to wait 37 years to see another one.
Great thread.
Our supporter base runs so far and wide and the fact that we are spread all over the globe with such passion shows that we are No supported club in the AFL.
Here is mine.
Wasnt lucky with a ticket so my day began quite early.
Worked the night before and got home 5.45am. Slept for 45 mins , woke up, had breakfast, got the wife and son ready and off we went to catch the train into Richmond.
Arrived around 7.15am and there was aline up already outside the Superstore side.
Waited for some time before they opened the gates a little early and we walked in and we gathered near the clubrooms. Reporters and tv crew started arriving and getting into my personal space where i had clear view of the players coming out of the club rooms so i could take some pics to post. Made it hard to take pics but it was still great seeing the boys come out and have fun.
Then we went to the parade and had pretty good vantage point close to the stageon the right of it.
Saw the players drive past in their cars but my wife who is tiny was able to get to the front and take pics as the players drove past.
Was buggered and left once all the players from both sides went past as my son had two bob each way as he has a soft spot for the Giants. Like their colors and theme song.
The day of the GF was going to be a quiet unlike 2017, but my close friend who we spent together at my place in 17 invited me to his house in the country (Lynbrook) to watch it with his two sons , wife and Pies supporter friend.
Nervous as hell that first 20 mins or so as we were doing all the attacking for little reward and when Cameron nailed his kick from 50 and really not many went to him of his team mates , enter Rioli and our boys got around him i was a little calmer.
Then the game just became a party for me.
I was delirious with excitement. Every was calling it before half time that it was ours but i still held back a little .
Come the third, i called it and then it became who would win the Norm Smith!
Pickett
Dusty
Jack
Houli
How much we would win buy. ! I had us over a 100 pts. Bloody Georgie Boy..
Just a great day with people i love and enjoyed their company, made sweeter by our second flag in 3 years.
Our supporter base runs so far and wide and the fact that we are spread all over the globe with such passion shows that we are No supported club in the AFL.
Here is mine.
Wasnt lucky with a ticket so my day began quite early.
Worked the night before and got home 5.45am. Slept for 45 mins , woke up, had breakfast, got the wife and son ready and off we went to catch the train into Richmond.
Arrived around 7.15am and there was aline up already outside the Superstore side.
Waited for some time before they opened the gates a little early and we walked in and we gathered near the clubrooms. Reporters and tv crew started arriving and getting into my personal space where i had clear view of the players coming out of the club rooms so i could take some pics to post. Made it hard to take pics but it was still great seeing the boys come out and have fun.
Then we went to the parade and had pretty good vantage point close to the stageon the right of it.
Saw the players drive past in their cars but my wife who is tiny was able to get to the front and take pics as the players drove past.
Was buggered and left once all the players from both sides went past as my son had two bob each way as he has a soft spot for the Giants. Like their colors and theme song.
The day of the GF was going to be a quiet unlike 2017, but my close friend who we spent together at my place in 17 invited me to his house in the country (Lynbrook) to watch it with his two sons , wife and Pies supporter friend.
Nervous as hell that first 20 mins or so as we were doing all the attacking for little reward and when Cameron nailed his kick from 50 and really not many went to him of his team mates , enter Rioli and our boys got around him i was a little calmer.
Then the game just became a party for me.
I was delirious with excitement. Every was calling it before half time that it was ours but i still held back a little .
Come the third, i called it and then it became who would win the Norm Smith!
Pickett
Dusty
Jack
Houli
How much we would win buy. ! I had us over a 100 pts. Bloody Georgie Boy..
Just a great day with people i love and enjoyed their company, made sweeter by our second flag in 3 years.
On the Friday night, I was really nervous and restless.
so I said to snake 'I'm going to the races'
I put on my No.50 jumper and jumped on the 39 tram to Mooney Valley.
I rolled in 10 minutes before race 6 and backed Loving Gaby,
who won by 2 lengths at 5-1
I became 80% sure we had our 12th premiership
with the winnings and the excitement , I tipped in 5 cans of rum and coke.
and decided against having another bet and using up my luck quota.
I was in the mounting yard, eyeing of some quality horses before the group 1 when young Jack Higgins
came up and tapped me on the shoulder. We had a good yarn about horses.
then I went home to bed and the caffeine in the R&C kept me staring at the ceiling until 5am.
had 2 hours sleep, then me and snake caught a tram up to Vic market and had a delicious coffee and a polish donut
like a cross between a canoli and a donut.
there was a bloke on the tram who snake thought was speaking a forgotten language of Mongolia - he sounded like Yoda had been dubbed in another language.
but he was speaking English and I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was suppressing such a huge laugh
we agreed it was the best breakfast we could imagine.
then we grabbed some oysters - some off the rocks near Toby Nankervis's joint and some from near Shane Edwards place,
and headed to Caesars Palace for a BBQ with some PRE'ers
I was too nervy and went into the G with easy jr about 11.00am.
On the way in, easy. jr insisted we follow our 2017 routine to the letter.
this involved giving a homeless person or busker $20 and buying 6 jam donuts and offering one to the turnstile lady as we went in.
In 2017, she politely declined. I said too easy.jr.
'What if she wants one?'
and he goes
'run'
then we won the flag.
so I said to snake 'I'm going to the races'
I put on my No.50 jumper and jumped on the 39 tram to Mooney Valley.
I rolled in 10 minutes before race 6 and backed Loving Gaby,
who won by 2 lengths at 5-1
I became 80% sure we had our 12th premiership
with the winnings and the excitement , I tipped in 5 cans of rum and coke.
and decided against having another bet and using up my luck quota.
I was in the mounting yard, eyeing of some quality horses before the group 1 when young Jack Higgins
came up and tapped me on the shoulder. We had a good yarn about horses.
then I went home to bed and the caffeine in the R&C kept me staring at the ceiling until 5am.
had 2 hours sleep, then me and snake caught a tram up to Vic market and had a delicious coffee and a polish donut
like a cross between a canoli and a donut.
there was a bloke on the tram who snake thought was speaking a forgotten language of Mongolia - he sounded like Yoda had been dubbed in another language.
but he was speaking English and I had tears rolling down my cheeks I was suppressing such a huge laugh
we agreed it was the best breakfast we could imagine.
then we grabbed some oysters - some off the rocks near Toby Nankervis's joint and some from near Shane Edwards place,
and headed to Caesars Palace for a BBQ with some PRE'ers
I was too nervy and went into the G with easy jr about 11.00am.
On the way in, easy. jr insisted we follow our 2017 routine to the letter.
this involved giving a homeless person or busker $20 and buying 6 jam donuts and offering one to the turnstile lady as we went in.
In 2017, she politely declined. I said too easy.jr.
'What if she wants one?'
and he goes
'run'
then we won the flag.
After the Tiges demolished Geelol in the prelim, and watching the Plastic Fantastic fall over the line against the Scabbies I was really confident.
Then the media got involved.
Being based in Sydney every GF related story was about the Giants and their big, big sound.
Even the Vic media got on a Giants roll and by Tuesday my confidence was wearing thin.
Thursday, my birthday, and a friend at work delivered me some helium filled birthday balloons in Tigers Colours! Surely an omen?
Come Friday and I thought we'd be in for a difficult game. I still thought we'd win, and even posted as much on this board But the media induced doubts were roosting in my mind like chickens in a hen coop worried about the fox sniffing around outside.
A couple of whiskys and a good book (Book one of the Expanse series by Steven S. Corey), a midnight bed time, followed by 6 hours of sleep till the bloody cat woke me up demanding food.
Did the shopping Saturday morning.
Trawled the PRE forums - didn't help my nerves as a couple of dark-siders were on their game
Then had lunch and I finally turned the TV on at 2:20pm. Unfortunately I didn't miss the national anthem but the mute button dealt with that shiat. Fortunately I did miss all the pre-game media crap-on, and the pregame "entertainment".
Took my pulse. 130bpm.
By the end of the 1st quarter I knew we were going to be OK.
Pulse 120bpm.
Half way through the 2nd quarter I knew we would win, bar something particularly "Richmondy" happening.
Pulse 110bpm.
Half-time. It had now become "by how much?"
By the end of the half-time break my pulse was back down to about 80bpm.
And I just enjoyed the footy.
At least I can say I've seen a Tigers training run now.
Didn't cry like I did in 2017. Just a double-cobra when Dimma and Trent held up number 12!
Then the media got involved.
Being based in Sydney every GF related story was about the Giants and their big, big sound.
Even the Vic media got on a Giants roll and by Tuesday my confidence was wearing thin.
Thursday, my birthday, and a friend at work delivered me some helium filled birthday balloons in Tigers Colours! Surely an omen?
Come Friday and I thought we'd be in for a difficult game. I still thought we'd win, and even posted as much on this board But the media induced doubts were roosting in my mind like chickens in a hen coop worried about the fox sniffing around outside.
A couple of whiskys and a good book (Book one of the Expanse series by Steven S. Corey), a midnight bed time, followed by 6 hours of sleep till the bloody cat woke me up demanding food.
Did the shopping Saturday morning.
Trawled the PRE forums - didn't help my nerves as a couple of dark-siders were on their game
Then had lunch and I finally turned the TV on at 2:20pm. Unfortunately I didn't miss the national anthem but the mute button dealt with that shiat. Fortunately I did miss all the pre-game media crap-on, and the pregame "entertainment".
Took my pulse. 130bpm.
By the end of the 1st quarter I knew we were going to be OK.
Pulse 120bpm.
Half way through the 2nd quarter I knew we would win, bar something particularly "Richmondy" happening.
Pulse 110bpm.
Half-time. It had now become "by how much?"
By the end of the half-time break my pulse was back down to about 80bpm.
And I just enjoyed the footy.
At least I can say I've seen a Tigers training run now.
Didn't cry like I did in 2017. Just a double-cobra when Dimma and Trent held up number 12!
Wow!!
These stories are just great. How good it is to be a Tiger these days.
Another little anecdote.
I have 5 daughters and one son.
Son had to work so he did not get to see the game in any form...and he is a die hard Tiger since childhood.
All the daughters are mad Tigers, just like father. Apart from one daughter who is married to an ex pat Pom, so has divided loyalties to Rugby, not ARL, just Rugby.
The other three daughters all got together at Narooma where two live, and had a ball with drinks aplenty and watched the game ecstatically.
One son-in-law is Carlton and another is a Saints supporter so not sure how the enjoyed the spectacle. Poor misguided souls they are.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who responded to this thread and enjoyed reading them all.
These stories are just great. How good it is to be a Tiger these days.
Another little anecdote.
I have 5 daughters and one son.
Son had to work so he did not get to see the game in any form...and he is a die hard Tiger since childhood.
All the daughters are mad Tigers, just like father. Apart from one daughter who is married to an ex pat Pom, so has divided loyalties to Rugby, not ARL, just Rugby.
The other three daughters all got together at Narooma where two live, and had a ball with drinks aplenty and watched the game ecstatically.
One son-in-law is Carlton and another is a Saints supporter so not sure how the enjoyed the spectacle. Poor misguided souls they are.
Anyway, thanks to everyone who responded to this thread and enjoyed reading them all.
I wish I had the vocabulary of Dyer ere or TOT, but I don’t , however a couple small great moments I enjoyed on my own was the walking back from Swan st to my hotel and hearing all the versions of the club song and the sea of yellow an black, the other was both on the Saturday and Sunday mornings walking through the streets of Richmond and a lap of the G with very very few people around, was strangely similar on both mornings, Saturday I had a little more nerves, however both mornings gave me a sense of calm and achievement in what our Mighty Tiges haddone again. For some reason this flag was a real stick it up ya to the rest of the footy world , we are the undisputed champions again.
Very surprised Sunday 11am didn’t get a run in the highlights , pure gold some of that footage
It’s funny how during game time the darksiders are on their ipads and the bright spiders are at the footyAfter the Tiges demolished Geelol in the prelim, and watching the Plastic Fantastic fall over the line against the Scabbies I was really confident.
Then the media got involved.
Being based in Sydney every GF related story was about the Giants and their big, big sound.
Even the Vic media got on a Giants roll and by Tuesday my confidence was wearing thin.
Thursday, my birthday, and a friend at work delivered me some helium filled birthday balloons in Tigers Colours! Surely an omen?
Come Friday and I thought we'd be in for a difficult game. I still thought we'd win, and even posted as much on this board But the media induced doubts were roosting in my mind like chickens in a hen coop worried about the fox sniffing around outside.
A couple of whiskys and a good book (Book one of the Expanse series by Steven S. Corey), a midnight bed time, followed by 6 hours of sleep till the bloody cat woke me up demanding food.
Did the shopping Saturday morning.
Trawled the PRE forums - didn't help my nerves as a couple of dark-siders were on their game
Then had lunch and I finally turned the TV on at 2:20pm. Unfortunately I didn't miss the national anthem but the mute button dealt with that shiat. Fortunately I did miss all the pre-game media crap-on, and the pregame "entertainment".
Took my pulse. 130bpm.
By the end of the 1st quarter I knew we were going to be OK.
Pulse 120bpm.
Half way through the 2nd quarter I knew we would win, bar something particularly "Richmondy" happening.
Pulse 110bpm.
Half-time. It had now become "by how much?"
By the end of the half-time break my pulse was back down to about 80bpm.
And I just enjoyed the footy.
At least I can say I've seen a Tigers training run now.
Didn't cry like I did in 2017. Just a double-cobra when Dimma and Trent held up number 12!
Yes. Ive nominated the 2nd jason castagne and Lachie Whitfield for the gold logie.
MCG 1100.
Ivan Soldo: snake
Marlion pickett: EZyT
Lachie Whitfield: unknown man in orange
Jason Castagne 1: EZyT jr.
Jason castagne 2: mr.b jr
Camera Mr.B.
Made a bit of a boo boo there.
My son, who is an exceptionally bright male, pointed out that I only have 4 daughters and one son, who happens to be the youngest.
Does not matter one bit they all enjoyed the Granny win.
