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Footy records were easier to read (they were half the width and height) in the cramped confines of subiaco's ovals park-bench like seats, which we bloody well still have today, grrrrrr
 

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Frankston Rover said:
The smell. There was a good smell - a mixture of mud, grass, linament, sweat, smoke, beer, urine, pies, chips, doughnuts, blood and leather - all mixed into one smell that just typified footy. A mans game that men watched and the only reason half the blokes there weren't playing was they had a 'dicky' back or knee.

That smell still exists my friend, its called local footy!

Its funny though, I knew exactly what you meant with your description. That smell is classic.
 
Drinking tubes on the Arden street hill.

Those huge beer cans that held a bottle.

Keith Greig owning the gasometer wing.

Sam Kekovich beating up Carlton.
 
Not really footy related but a good read I was emailed a few years ago.
Hope you enjoy.

GROWING UP IN AUSTRALIA

I'm talking about hide and seek in the park. The corner milk bar, hopscotch, billy carts, cricket in front of the garbage bin and inviting everyone on your street to join in, Skipping, handball, handstands, elastics, bullrush, kiss chasey, footy on the best lawn in the street, slip'n'slide, the trampoline with water on it, hula hoops, stepping in puddles, mud pies and building dams in the gutter. The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass.

'Big bubbles no troubles' with Hubba Bubba bubble gum. A choc-top. Mr Whippy cones on a warm summer night after you've chased him round the block. 20 cents worth of mixed lollies lasted a week and pretending to smoke "****" (the lollies) was really cool & Maison would get you drunk! Or so we were told. A dollars' worth of chips from the corner take-away fed two people (AND the sauce was free!!).

Being upset when you botched putting on the temporary tattoo from the bubblegum packet, but still wearing it proudly.

Watching Saturday morning cartoons: 'The Smurfs', 'AstroBoy', 'He-Man', 'Captain Caveman', 'Archie', 'Jem' (truly outrageous!!), 'The Wizard of Oz', 'Banana Man' and 'Heeeey heeeeey heeeeeeey it's faaaaaaat Albert'. Or staying up late and sneaking a look at the "AO" on the second telly. When 'Monkey Magic' with fish face & pigsy had a cult following. Miraculous Mellops. & Who could ever forget Degrassi Jnr High?

When around the corner seemed a long way, and going into town seemed like going somewhere. Where running away meant you did laps of the block because you weren't allowed to cross the road?

A million mozzie bites, wasp and bee stings. Sticky fingers, cops and robbers, cowboys and indians, riding bikes and catching tadpoles. Marco polo in the neighbours' pool ("fish outta water?!""NOOOO"), drawing all over the road and driveway with chalk. Climbing trees and building cubbies out of every sheet your mum had in the cupboard.

Walking to school, no matter what the weather. When writing 'I love (someone’s name) ' on your pencil case, really did mean it was true love. "He loves me? He loves me not?" Running till you were out of breath.

Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt. Pitching the tent in the back/front yard. Jumping on the bed. Ghosts stories with the next door neighbours. Pillow fights, spinning round, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for the giggles.

The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team. Water balloons were the ultimate weapons. Cricket cards in the spokes transformed any bike into a motorcycle. Eating raw jelly, making homemade lemonade and sucking on a Funny Face, Paddle Pop or red Icy Pole.

Remember when there were only two types of sneakers - girls and boys. Dunlop volleys with the green 'n' gold or blue and the only time you wore them at school were for "sports day." Bloomers in primary school & Scungies under netball skirts.

You knew everyone in your street -and so did your parents! It wasn't odd to have two or three "best friends" & you would ask them by sending a note asking them to be your best friend.

You didn't sleep a wink on Christmas Eve and pretended to sleep for the tooth fairy.

When nobody owned a purebred dog. When 50c was decent pocket money.

When you'd reach into a muddy gutter for 10c. When nearly everyone's mum was there when the kids got home from school. It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb. When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at the local Chinese restaurant with your family.

When any parent could discipline any kid, or feed her or use him to carry groceries and nobody, not even the kid, thought a thing of it. When being sent to the principal's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home. Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat! Some of us are still afraid of them!!!

Remember when decisions were made by going "eeny-meeny-miney-mo" or
dib dib's-scissors, paper, rock. "Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest. Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in Monopoly". Terrorism was when the older kids were at the end of your street with peashooters waiting to ambush you. The worst thing you could catch from the opposite sex was boy/girl germs, and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to one.

Where bluelight discos were the equivalent to a Rave, and asking a boy out meant writing a 'polite' note getting them to tick 'yes' or 'no'. When there was always that one 'HOT' guy/girl. Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a slingshot. Your biggest danger at school was accidentally walking through the middle of a heated game of "brandies".

Nobody was prettier than your Mum was. Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

Taking drugs meant scoffing orange-flavoured chewable vitamin C's, or swallowing half a Panadol. Ice cream was considered a basic food group. Going to the beach and catching a wave was a dream come true. If you actually lived there boogie boarding in the white wash made you the next Kelly Slater. Abilities were discovered because of a 'double-dare". Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors. Now, didn't that bring back some fond memories?? If you can remember most of these, you're an Aussie legend!!!

Pass this on to another Aussie legend that may need a break from their "grown up" life...

I DOUBLE-DARE YA!!!!!
 

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During a thunderstorm at Footy park when Adelaide were playing Richmond, A lightning strike caused the lights to go off during the halftime break and the players couldnt go back on.

I was sitting on those old metal benches they use to have (before the bucket seats) and absolutely p****** myself thinking I would get struck!!
:)
 
Kevin Dennis Football Show.
Sunnyside up (tv show) & The Penthouse Club on Sat night (Mike Williamson & Mary Hardy) with the trots live from Moonee Valley.

Wood fire in the lounge room (the only warm room in the house during winter).
Phil Carman's white boots.
Phil Baker's marks & goals in the 77 Grandfinal (draw).
Nth's first flag with their big recruits (via the 10 year rule) Barry Davis, Doug Wade, Mopsy Rantall plus Barry Cable & Mal Blight from interstate.

Brownlow Medal nights were about Footy not Fashion.
Fanatical Saints supporters at Moorabbin (even if they hadn't won a game for months).
Squeezing into Windy Hill at the Bowling Green end.
The distant roar of the crowd as you approached the ground (last quarter of the reserves)

It wasn't considered "a good game" unless there had been an "all in" at some stage during the match.
Fighting over the Sunday Observer & Sunday Press, priority Sunday dunny reading.
Half time sprints at VFA Sunday games (channel 10).
We didn't call it "Suburban Footy" it was just called "Footy".
 
The Army Reserve Cup was the main affair of a Sunday afternoon when we could listen to Don and Pete go at each other for a few hours.

When Sunday afternoon became watching the Swans in an empty SCG and then fill and then empty as their fortunes ebbed and flowed during the 90's.

When the roof of the Sth Stand was ripped off in 1990 for the season.

When we queued for hours to get out of Waverly in that traffic.

When the Footy Record was cheap and worth getting.

Gaso
 
Gasometer said:
The Army Reserve Cup was the main affair of a Sunday afternoon when we could listen to Don and Pete go at each other for a few hours.

When Sunday afternoon became watching the Swans in an empty SCG and then fill and then empty as their fortunes ebbed and flowed during the 90's.

When the roof of the Sth Stand was ripped off in 1990 for the season.

When we queued for hours to get out of Waverly in that traffic.

Gaso
Until you eventually worked out that you were better off sitting in your car until 5.30/5.45, listening to the after match summaries on the radio and then started your car. By then the queues were starting to die down.
 
Gasometer said:
The Army Reserve Cup was the main affair of a Sunday afternoon when we could listen to Don and Pete go at each other for a few hours.

Remember that bloke that used to go out practicing his goal kicking, decked out in his full Essendon uniform featuring Mark Harveys No38 on his back?:D
 
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