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I'm up early because I'm so excited to be going to Geelong ! The Athens of S/SW Victoria!
Last time I attended a match here was when Luke Darcy did a knee right in front of me. A miserable day on the terraces surrounded by glass eyed yokels sinking cans. Even though we lost heavily I was waiting for one of the sheep shagging Ford masturbating locals to start something.
However two of them started on each other. There was a D Mitchell/ Matt Dougie type who had it in for one of his own players. Any time player X went near the ball he'd greet him with sarcastic applause and muttered comments. "Oh well done player X another dropped mark" (sarcastic slow handclap) "Great kick player X you useless muppet. Well done well done (sarcastic handclap).
Then in the fourth quarter a bloke two rows in front lost his shit, stood up and turned round. He gave him a good old spray, "I've been listening to you all effing game, you aren't a supporter, you come here to give your own players shit, I've had enough" etc etc.
The other bloke stood up and they eyeballed each other and I waited for a fist to be thrown. It blew over and they sat down.
The saddest part is that they were both 40 somethings and each had two primary school age children with them who looked worried by the incident.
Clowns.
I got the V line train back to Sunshine. Everyone knew Darce had done his knee so it was a shit atmosphere. A teenage girl with a prominent Luke Darcy badge on her scarf sat opposite me crying the whole way home. She didn't sob, I'm talking full on throaty salty tears of misery.
Awful day.
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I shall be going out on the piss in Geelong for the first time since 1999 after the match.
I can't remember why but when I was a backpacker in Melbourne myself and a few Canadians made the trip down to the bejewelled metropolis. We stayed in the Irish bar which doubled as a hostel. You could still smoke in pubs in those days and some tryhard at the bar was smoking a pipe. Awful smell. I tried a go but it's harder than it looks. You never see people smoking pipes these days. Not tobacco pipes anyway.
We went into central Geelong to the nightlife district. I tried to pick up a girl but I got rebuffed. She wasn't having a bar of me, wise girl.
I got separated from my comrades and staggered back to the hostel at 2am. I couldn't make my key work in the lock and banging on the door brought no reply. So I did what any sensible drunk would do. I found a random car and climbed up on the car bonnet, curled up like a cat and fell asleep.
Next thing I wake up with a cop shining a light in my face, accompanied by an old bloke. Apparently I'd rolled off the car bonnet into the middle of the road and fallen asleep. Old mate had nearly run me over and called the police.
This cop was the nicest I'd ever met, I don't have a great track record with the forces of law and order. Rather than arrest me he took me to the backpackers and used my key to gain entry. I was probably too pissed to get in the lock before.
He accompanied me to our hostel room and we went in and turned on the light. The room stank of dope very strongly. One of the Irish blokes had fallen asleep with his shoes on so for the laughs he'd had his shoelaces tied to the bunkbed. When he woke up and saw the cop, he jumped out of bed only to drag the furniture with him before catapulting backwards.
The cop left us to it and I went to sleep. Good times.
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I'd like to go to a nightclub called Bloom tonight after the game as I believe they play good tunes. There are no clubs in Port Fairy and I love dancing. I was teetotal and sober for 18 months but I recently fell off the wagon. I'm staying on to go an Irish session at the Naval Club on Sunday. I play the tin whistle and have become quite good and I know there are some talented musicians in Geelong.
Last time I attended a match here was when Luke Darcy did a knee right in front of me. A miserable day on the terraces surrounded by glass eyed yokels sinking cans. Even though we lost heavily I was waiting for one of the sheep shagging Ford masturbating locals to start something.
However two of them started on each other. There was a D Mitchell/ Matt Dougie type who had it in for one of his own players. Any time player X went near the ball he'd greet him with sarcastic applause and muttered comments. "Oh well done player X another dropped mark" (sarcastic slow handclap) "Great kick player X you useless muppet. Well done well done (sarcastic handclap).
Then in the fourth quarter a bloke two rows in front lost his shit, stood up and turned round. He gave him a good old spray, "I've been listening to you all effing game, you aren't a supporter, you come here to give your own players shit, I've had enough" etc etc.
The other bloke stood up and they eyeballed each other and I waited for a fist to be thrown. It blew over and they sat down.
The saddest part is that they were both 40 somethings and each had two primary school age children with them who looked worried by the incident.
Clowns.
I got the V line train back to Sunshine. Everyone knew Darce had done his knee so it was a shit atmosphere. A teenage girl with a prominent Luke Darcy badge on her scarf sat opposite me crying the whole way home. She didn't sob, I'm talking full on throaty salty tears of misery.
Awful day.
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I shall be going out on the piss in Geelong for the first time since 1999 after the match.
I can't remember why but when I was a backpacker in Melbourne myself and a few Canadians made the trip down to the bejewelled metropolis. We stayed in the Irish bar which doubled as a hostel. You could still smoke in pubs in those days and some tryhard at the bar was smoking a pipe. Awful smell. I tried a go but it's harder than it looks. You never see people smoking pipes these days. Not tobacco pipes anyway.
We went into central Geelong to the nightlife district. I tried to pick up a girl but I got rebuffed. She wasn't having a bar of me, wise girl.
I got separated from my comrades and staggered back to the hostel at 2am. I couldn't make my key work in the lock and banging on the door brought no reply. So I did what any sensible drunk would do. I found a random car and climbed up on the car bonnet, curled up like a cat and fell asleep.
Next thing I wake up with a cop shining a light in my face, accompanied by an old bloke. Apparently I'd rolled off the car bonnet into the middle of the road and fallen asleep. Old mate had nearly run me over and called the police.
This cop was the nicest I'd ever met, I don't have a great track record with the forces of law and order. Rather than arrest me he took me to the backpackers and used my key to gain entry. I was probably too pissed to get in the lock before.
He accompanied me to our hostel room and we went in and turned on the light. The room stank of dope very strongly. One of the Irish blokes had fallen asleep with his shoes on so for the laughs he'd had his shoelaces tied to the bunkbed. When he woke up and saw the cop, he jumped out of bed only to drag the furniture with him before catapulting backwards.
The cop left us to it and I went to sleep. Good times.
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I'd like to go to a nightclub called Bloom tonight after the game as I believe they play good tunes. There are no clubs in Port Fairy and I love dancing. I was teetotal and sober for 18 months but I recently fell off the wagon. I'm staying on to go an Irish session at the Naval Club on Sunday. I play the tin whistle and have become quite good and I know there are some talented musicians in Geelong.
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