Magpiespowaz
Half-Baked Oonchuck
- May 30, 2021
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- Port Adelaide
1986... WAY TO GO!!!
Hailey's Comet, Chernobyl, Space Shuttle disaster, Wa Wa Nee, the GOAT Aussie band all over the radio, and absolutely, positively, most definitely 100% my fave footy year of all-time.
Went to so many games that year. Mainly coz the old man had retired from Moomba, where he became mates with Bruce Weber. Before then, he was two weeks on/two weeks off. So yeah, we'd only get to one game a month max. His other weekend had to be free to spend the day at the TAB. The Camel smoking, Guinness guzzling bastard was a mad punter.
But! There was a catch. We only went to games at Footy Park coz it had the Express bus. Dad hadn't driven since 1978 when he got into a pretty bad prang with a car-full of shitty Irish kids. (his fault!) He told me that all the other grounds were too hard to get to by public transport. Naturally, I believed him. I mean, I was an 11yo kid. Of course, I was gonna believe my old man.
He was full of sh!t.
A few years later, when I started going to the footy with my mates, I found out it was just as easy to catch the train to Alberton, tram to The Bay or bus to The Parade as it was to get to West Lakes - even easier in some cases.
Plot twist: Footy Park had a purpose-built TAB near the big scoreboard.
This meant he didn't have to get all his bets on at the TAB on the way into the game. He could duck out at every break to lose his retirement. The bastard did it, too. Quarter-time, half-time, lemon time, any chance he got, he was in there.
And he dragged me along because The Family, Beaumonts, Ratcliffe & Gordon and all that.
Scored some awesome merch out of it, tho. You could call it bribery, I guess. But there had to be something in it for me, too. Still got the flags, badges and this awesome enamel pin footballer from the pop-up SANFL official merch shop. Unfortunately, the clapper hat disappeared years ago. The never-ending quest to find another continues.
Eighty-six was an exciting year. It was the first year I became a member. Did it to help "save the club." The club was broke, suffering a then record $282k loss the previous year - '85 had been a disaster but it saw heaps of future premiership players get their first taste of league footy.
Greg Anderson was on a different level.
Quickly replaced Braddles as my fave player. Won just about every award except for the BnF - pipped by two votes by Martin Leslie, who polled the last votes of the night. It was amazing Ando was even there after Scott Salisbury tried to decapitate him in the Qualifying Final.
Also saw the retirement of Tim Evans. If Braddles is #1A my fave player of all-time, then Timmy is #1B.
Steven Knight got sacked early in the year after a punch-up with teammates at the pub. IIRC, he claimed one of em insulted his wife. So he defended her honour. Shame, coz I loved watching him play.
Exciting year. Lots of close games, and some thrilling comeback wins. Season ended with the now inevitable September disappointment. Not gonna lie, it was hard to be bitter about bowing out in straight sets in '86. It was a young, up and coming team. And we were knocked out by Woodville in a classic First Semi.
You couldn't be mad about getting rolled by Woodville. Not Woodville '86 - they were the Cinderella side that year. Everyone jumped on the Warriors bandwagon. Just wished they didn't kick 2.10 in the last quarter of the Prelim - would've been a BIG chance against North in the granny.
Now, looking back as an old fart myself, I realise I really didn’t give a rats about Port or footy or any of that, it was just classic father-son sh!t.
And all that interminable time at TABs across metro Adelaide made me hate gambling with a passion, so I guess some good came out of that, too.
Farken painful lesson at the time tho, lmao…
Hailey's Comet, Chernobyl, Space Shuttle disaster, Wa Wa Nee, the GOAT Aussie band all over the radio, and absolutely, positively, most definitely 100% my fave footy year of all-time.
Went to so many games that year. Mainly coz the old man had retired from Moomba, where he became mates with Bruce Weber. Before then, he was two weeks on/two weeks off. So yeah, we'd only get to one game a month max. His other weekend had to be free to spend the day at the TAB. The Camel smoking, Guinness guzzling bastard was a mad punter.
But! There was a catch. We only went to games at Footy Park coz it had the Express bus. Dad hadn't driven since 1978 when he got into a pretty bad prang with a car-full of shitty Irish kids. (his fault!) He told me that all the other grounds were too hard to get to by public transport. Naturally, I believed him. I mean, I was an 11yo kid. Of course, I was gonna believe my old man.
He was full of sh!t.
A few years later, when I started going to the footy with my mates, I found out it was just as easy to catch the train to Alberton, tram to The Bay or bus to The Parade as it was to get to West Lakes - even easier in some cases.
Plot twist: Footy Park had a purpose-built TAB near the big scoreboard.
This meant he didn't have to get all his bets on at the TAB on the way into the game. He could duck out at every break to lose his retirement. The bastard did it, too. Quarter-time, half-time, lemon time, any chance he got, he was in there.
And he dragged me along because The Family, Beaumonts, Ratcliffe & Gordon and all that.
Scored some awesome merch out of it, tho. You could call it bribery, I guess. But there had to be something in it for me, too. Still got the flags, badges and this awesome enamel pin footballer from the pop-up SANFL official merch shop. Unfortunately, the clapper hat disappeared years ago. The never-ending quest to find another continues.
Eighty-six was an exciting year. It was the first year I became a member. Did it to help "save the club." The club was broke, suffering a then record $282k loss the previous year - '85 had been a disaster but it saw heaps of future premiership players get their first taste of league footy.
Greg Anderson was on a different level.
Quickly replaced Braddles as my fave player. Won just about every award except for the BnF - pipped by two votes by Martin Leslie, who polled the last votes of the night. It was amazing Ando was even there after Scott Salisbury tried to decapitate him in the Qualifying Final.
Also saw the retirement of Tim Evans. If Braddles is #1A my fave player of all-time, then Timmy is #1B.
Steven Knight got sacked early in the year after a punch-up with teammates at the pub. IIRC, he claimed one of em insulted his wife. So he defended her honour. Shame, coz I loved watching him play.
Exciting year. Lots of close games, and some thrilling comeback wins. Season ended with the now inevitable September disappointment. Not gonna lie, it was hard to be bitter about bowing out in straight sets in '86. It was a young, up and coming team. And we were knocked out by Woodville in a classic First Semi.
You couldn't be mad about getting rolled by Woodville. Not Woodville '86 - they were the Cinderella side that year. Everyone jumped on the Warriors bandwagon. Just wished they didn't kick 2.10 in the last quarter of the Prelim - would've been a BIG chance against North in the granny.
Now, looking back as an old fart myself, I realise I really didn’t give a rats about Port or footy or any of that, it was just classic father-son sh!t.
And all that interminable time at TABs across metro Adelaide made me hate gambling with a passion, so I guess some good came out of that, too.
Farken painful lesson at the time tho, lmao…
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