JB1975
Brownlow Medallist
Millane at Victoria Park with his foot in an opponent's back as he takes the ball out of the sky, lands like bird upon the grass and then charges like bull...except that he dances around his prey rather than charging through them, a figure of grace and brute strength all at once. He thought he owned the place, but then I suppose he did, and we all did. Daicos whenever he went near the ball, the lull and expectation of a sea of people who cannot believe that they're witnessing the defiance of physics and suspension of reality once again. Every Saturday afternoon.
These are relics and remnants, made and re-made by every generation, but I think it's important for everyone to reach back into a past which existed before themselves in order to understand a bigger story. If this game is to remain more than a product and if Collingwood is to remain more than a franchise then it is the mix of older and more recent memories which will be our salvation.
These are relics and remnants, made and re-made by every generation, but I think it's important for everyone to reach back into a past which existed before themselves in order to understand a bigger story. If this game is to remain more than a product and if Collingwood is to remain more than a franchise then it is the mix of older and more recent memories which will be our salvation.