Was sent an excerpt from a book "Saturday afternoon fever" from a Sainters mate of mine. One chapter deals with Sainters away games, and the Western Oval. In particular, the Sainter author tells of one incident of one of our forwards dealing with a Sainter supporter behind the goals:
"McPherson, the lone forward, duly accepted the final handpass. Instead of a toe-tap over the line, he ran hard and hammered the ball into the crowd, hitting some poor bastard with a beard and a beanie full in the face. Standing with a can in his hand, he'd have done well to get out of the way even if he'd been sober. He wasn't and he didn't. The impact of the footy hitting his head lifted his feet from under him. He hung in midair for a moment, defying gravity, horizontally holding the same posotion he'd been standing in, then hit the ground like a failed parachutist. Sadly nobody helped. We were all laughing so hard it hurt our stomachs."
What are your best memories of Western Oval?
And what about Moorabbin?
"McPherson, the lone forward, duly accepted the final handpass. Instead of a toe-tap over the line, he ran hard and hammered the ball into the crowd, hitting some poor bastard with a beard and a beanie full in the face. Standing with a can in his hand, he'd have done well to get out of the way even if he'd been sober. He wasn't and he didn't. The impact of the footy hitting his head lifted his feet from under him. He hung in midair for a moment, defying gravity, horizontally holding the same posotion he'd been standing in, then hit the ground like a failed parachutist. Sadly nobody helped. We were all laughing so hard it hurt our stomachs."
What are your best memories of Western Oval?
And what about Moorabbin?