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this is a really good topic, I sort of struggle to remember much about any particular match even though we went every week for as long as I can think back, fortunately a few of the memories from others have caused some to come flowing back.
I remember the day Dougie ran out with EJ when he equalled the great man's record. I finally saw what exactly a flick pass was! That was indeed a very happy and triumphant day.
Before we started getting reserved seats the family used to get to the Western Oval early and grab a seat near the 50 m line on the Dougie Hawkings Wing / scoreboard end. I have vague memories of enjoying watching the reserves, but dreading the seniors because it was just TOO noisy lol I find that quite bizaree considering I am now one of those noisy people I used to be frightened off! There were a few altercations in the outer with fans of opposition teams which I remember very well, particularly with a foul mouthed Hawks supporter.
There was one day that we sat behind the goals and the doggies player (possibly Super) kicked a goal, and as it soared through the air my Dad thought I would be a chance to take a grab. Well he was a little too ambitious and ended up knocking me off my seat and causing me to crack me head on the concrete step and feeling dazed and crook for the rest of the day. To this day when I see people showing off after getting the footy I say to myself "That ****s overrated!"
Then there was the day we played St Kilda and it was Danny Frawley's 250 or 300th or some milestone - don't know why that sticks in my mind, but it does. Probably borne of my hatred for the man.
We started getting reserved seats near the fence in front of the John Gent stand instead of rushing to get a spot in the outer and I remember one day for my birthday my Aunty and Uncle came down to give me a present and the whole bay started singing 'Happy Birthday" to me, we played Geelong that day and I was the happiest kid alive. The row we sat in was pretty tight actually, there was a lovely old lady who used to always talk to us and even gave me easter eggs one year. Community spirit - thats what it was all about.
The draw against Hawthorn where Pritchard equalled late in the game, I got my mug on telly showing a pained expression and throwing my Mighty Ducks cap onto the ground - I didn't even know until at school all my classmates told me.
Well thats all I can think of for now - although I met a Brother in Sydney a few weeks back who taught at the CBC school in Yarraville and coached the footy side, anyway he taught EJ and coached 6 of the players from the '54 premiership side. Very interesting fellow.
this is a really good topic, I sort of struggle to remember much about any particular match even though we went every week for as long as I can think back, fortunately a few of the memories from others have caused some to come flowing back.
I remember the day Dougie ran out with EJ when he equalled the great man's record. I finally saw what exactly a flick pass was! That was indeed a very happy and triumphant day.
Before we started getting reserved seats the family used to get to the Western Oval early and grab a seat near the 50 m line on the Dougie Hawkings Wing / scoreboard end. I have vague memories of enjoying watching the reserves, but dreading the seniors because it was just TOO noisy lol I find that quite bizaree considering I am now one of those noisy people I used to be frightened off! There were a few altercations in the outer with fans of opposition teams which I remember very well, particularly with a foul mouthed Hawks supporter.
There was one day that we sat behind the goals and the doggies player (possibly Super) kicked a goal, and as it soared through the air my Dad thought I would be a chance to take a grab. Well he was a little too ambitious and ended up knocking me off my seat and causing me to crack me head on the concrete step and feeling dazed and crook for the rest of the day. To this day when I see people showing off after getting the footy I say to myself "That ****s overrated!"
Then there was the day we played St Kilda and it was Danny Frawley's 250 or 300th or some milestone - don't know why that sticks in my mind, but it does. Probably borne of my hatred for the man.
We started getting reserved seats near the fence in front of the John Gent stand instead of rushing to get a spot in the outer and I remember one day for my birthday my Aunty and Uncle came down to give me a present and the whole bay started singing 'Happy Birthday" to me, we played Geelong that day and I was the happiest kid alive. The row we sat in was pretty tight actually, there was a lovely old lady who used to always talk to us and even gave me easter eggs one year. Community spirit - thats what it was all about.
The draw against Hawthorn where Pritchard equalled late in the game, I got my mug on telly showing a pained expression and throwing my Mighty Ducks cap onto the ground - I didn't even know until at school all my classmates told me.
Well thats all I can think of for now - although I met a Brother in Sydney a few weeks back who taught at the CBC school in Yarraville and coached the footy side, anyway he taught EJ and coached 6 of the players from the '54 premiership side. Very interesting fellow.
well remembered Son of Scray (you look like El Scraggo from Level 3, aisle 18!!) - in fact, I reckon I saw you sitting on the fence in the outer on Open Mike a few weeks ago when Chris Grant was the guest. They had footage from 1990 of a very young Chris Grant lining up for goal at the Geelong Rd end and on the fence was a five year old SoS!!!! with his mother pre grey hair!!