Man I loved the days as a kid where you would go down to Vic Park. Watch the under 19s then The Army Reserve Cup followed by the seniors.
Collecting the empty cans being discarded by the heavy drinkers. (You could take an esky to the game back then) and cashing in those cans for money to buy a pie and a coke.
Thanks to my fellow Collingwood supporting brethren I learnt the best profanity at a very young age.
They were beautiful days.
I was selling ‘drinks, lollies, and potato chips’ for O’Briens Catering
Even though I had a Collingwood scarf on, some of the punters at the Yarra Falls end would try and flog things from my tray or check my coat pockets for cash
I know it wasn’t you
You are a Big Dickhead but honourable