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thumping said:
Dad,well he sought of Followed the Pies but just before he went to see the man upstairs he said " son I am wearing your Roo badge for my final journey if thats o.k" he knew what the Roos meant to me and for me The Roos will always be more than "Just a Football team"..........

GO YOU KANGAS.........

That's absolutely beautiful.
 
I'll have to remember handy tips like these when I become a father.

Ausgard said:
Mum Follows St Kilda
Dad Follows North Melbourne

Mum said "I'd like you to follow St Kilda but you should follow your heart - the choice is yours"

Dad said "You can Follow North Melbourne or you can live on the street - the choice is yours"

NorthBhoy said:
I think it was when my Dad said I follow North or I am not allowed to play, watch or attend football.

I think I was about two.
 
My Dad followed St.Kilda and my Mum wasn't into footy at that point. In fact comments of "is that bloody footbal over?" weren't unfamiliar around that time. Anyway Dad used to drag me along to the Saint's games when I was knee high to a grasshopper and I'd have to stand amongst the ferals near the animal enclosure at Moorabbin. the Saints would play like Tarzan for three quarters and then play like Jane in the last...no doubt thinking long and hard about the upcoming after match function.

Granted Robbie Muir and Joffa Cunningham were good value, but I saw my life slowly slipping away even at that point of early childhood. I had the option of supporting the Saints and getting free rides and admittance to the games each week or making my own way from the eastern suburbs with my pocket money burning a hole in my pants and supporting a real footy team.

This was the early 70s just before Barrassi came in and I sensed that North were the anti St. Kilda and one sniff of the Shinbonner spirit was enough to make me a Roo for life. No regrets.
 

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First , there is a mummy and a daddy......The mummy and the daddy love each other very much...Then the daddy says to mummy, well how about it luv?.......

Oh sorry , the wrong how did we get here question/audience.
 
my parents grew up in north melbourne one in curzon st the other in hawke street we are all passionate north supporters my nunu still lives there
 
my Grandmother banged my head up against the wall until i said i barracked for the Roos.

My sons father follows Collingwood and when our boy was born his family bought him a collingwood footy and bib, they both went in the bin, subsequently a year or so later his father followed the footy and the bib.

I have taken my son to the footy since the 99 GF win and he has had photos autographs, kick to kick etc with all the Rooboys, yet these days he sports a Brisbane footy jumper and scarf....Im hoping when he grows up he will see the light....he is only 7 I have a few more years of brainwashing left in me!


Go Rooboys.
 
When I was 5, I moved to Melbourne from the country. My mum didn't follow the football. Her partner followed the Bulldogs. We went to a Roos v Bulldogs and I fell in love with the Blue and White Stripes. So now I'm the only Roos member/supporter in ther house with a family full of Bulldogs. I'm proud to be A ROO GIRL! The best decision I have ever made.
 
Grew up barracking for Fitzroy for the first 18 years... after '96 went for North, after Fitzroy died and were taken over by Brisbane and also since the then AFL shafted North Melbourne. Started following North since the '96 finals series, plus in 97 there was, Pike, Chandler, Mellington, Blakey, this also had an influence on me following the Roos. Have been a member since 2001... Love seeing those blue and white vertical stripes running around and destroying sides ;)


GO ROOS
 
Was born in 1970, the start of a good decade.

Wasn't really involved with football at all, then mentioned to a neigbours son(around my age, living in Moonie Ponds at the time) that id like to go watch a few games if i could. He told his dad, and he said he'd take me to any games id like, as long as they where North Melbourne games. Can't remember his name, but he was a die hard North member, and ive followed them to this day.

PS Would love to find out the name of the bloke if i could, and tk him for the 25+ years of North Melbourne support.
 
Daphne said:
thats me and that was a long time ago now ;)

I'm with you but NOT quite as long a Roo Gal as you Daphne - I know your AGE ;)
I arrived in Melbourne in april '74 and made the decision to follow the VFL so it was the Roos or the hawks (eeek) Was a no brainer - Roos were underdogs (even then) and I am partial to an underdog, also there was the Don Scott and UGLY TEAM & JUMPER factor - YUCK! :p
 

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I was out the front of our house playing force and back with my neighbour in 1975 - 8yrs old , had won the toss and was kicking downhill - sweet. The old man yelled out the footy was about to start and my neighbour bolted for the house, I was shattered , our hill was wicked, if you didn't catch the ball or atleast stop it you could chase the ball 100 mts or more down the road, so inside I trudged. The rest they say is history. Now I have 3 ""brainwashed" passionate Rooboys who love going to the footy.

Cheers all.
 
What a sensational thread! Has anyone thought to capture this somehow, or maybe even pass it on to the club? It shows the deep level of history, emotion and dedication that people have for the Roos. Some really beautiful stories in there.

As for my story...

Grew up the son of a long-suffering, but loyal Saints-supporting father (would you believe the poor bastard was overseas in 1966), and a mum who followed Collingwood (in name only - she'd generally say she doesn't follow anyone). To his credit, dad let us pick our own teams (possibly the pain he'd suffered following the Saints meant that he didn't force them onto us kids, although my sister did still choose to follow his team). My older brother picked Richmond because it sounded like his name, and I picked the Blues (have no recollection as to why). Then when Carlton beat Richmond in the Grand Final (was it 81?), my brother decided to change to Carlton, which in his mind meant that I had to pick a different team. My favourite animal was the Kangaroo, on account of having patted some while on a family holiday to Halls Gap, and I think I had a few postcards and pictures of them in my room. My brother did the sell job on me, suggesting that if I liked Kangaroos so much I should support North Melbourne, and offered a few smurf figurines and a poster of some kangaroos (literally, eatern greys chewing on grass) as incentive for me to change.

I agreed, but must have remained in two minds for quite some time. Someone else mentioned the Kangaroo (who I naturally loved) from Shirl's Neighbourhood wearing the North Melbourne scarf, which further helped my decision, as did a bloke called Wayne Schimmelbusch, who I adored. It was also a good coincidence that I was born in 1977, a North premiership year. However, the cementing moment was in 1983 when North finished top of the ladder and Carlton were knocked out in the preliminary final by Essendon. The day Carlton lost, I publicly announced to my brother that it was definite, I was supporting the Roos. The following year I got my dad to buy me a North child membership (VFL Squadron?), and have been a loyal supporter ever since.

Little did I realise that exact point in time signalled the end of an era of power for North and the beginning of some leaner times. But I stuck with them all through the 80s, and thank God every weekend that Richmond lost the Grand Final that day (and have kept losing ever since :D ). The glory years of dominance from 93 to 00 coincided with me being in my teens and early 20s - the best years in a young man's life already, let alone when his footy team is a powerhouse. I've since moved interstate and now live in Brisbane Lions territory, but have never given up my membership. I go every year to the Gabba game (bracing myself for the flogging), plus a few back in Melbourne when I get the chance.
 
Grew up on it...

My grandfather (Mum's side) was on a couple of committee's back in the seventies, I was born in '78 and have vague memories of going down to the rooms with my dad a fair few times. Remember meeting Phil Krakouer and being absolutely knocked back by his size ( Hey I was 4!) was too shy to say anthing much but it still stuck in my head. The smell of the oil they use for rub downs takes me back every time. I smell goanna oil and think of footy and North.
The whole family sort of gravitated to the team, except my brother who insisted on being difficult, mainly just to be difficult in the opinion of most of the family.
It was pretty hard work being a young kid following North in the eighties, most of my memories are of being flogged by Hawthorn! It's a wonder I stuck at it... After returning from a stint of two years in Japan in late 2001 I arrived back and took up footy with a vengeance, became a first time member just in time to enjoy the fireworks of 2002 and beyond.
Now I've gotta be one of the only 25 year old guy's in Australia who goes to the footy week in week out with my mum and sister! It's always a good chance to catch up and bond over something we all love...
Those childhood memories are still strong though, the smells and those colours always make me feel more alive.
Thanks for the stories.
 
started following north when i moved to melb in 97 and my best friend that i made in high school was a mad roos fan and she turned me onto them :)
 

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