Siamese Cat
Team Captain
They were all great, but 2011 wins.
In 2007 I saw the GF at the Sheraton in Bangkok. John Elliot was the MC and was so *******ally drunk that he got carried off at half time when he was supposed to be addressing the audience. That summed up the day. Lots of very happy Australians and their bemused Thai partners getting wasted and witnessing an absolute annihilation. It was a joyful day, but somehow I couldn't really get too swept up. I had been to all three GFs in the 90s and it scarred me. It was a righting of the scales more than anything else.
I loved the game in 2009. I watched it at home with my wife and son and destroyed the sofa when Maxy chased down Clarke in the first quarter. I cursed and groaned at Dasher, viscerally lived the fight back, and temporarily lost my mind in the final few minutes. My Thai wife incidentally became a lifelong Cats fan during that game, initially because of Scarlos arse, but in the dying moments because of the sheer power and grace and glory of the team.
But how good was 2011? So many great moments. Varcoe's goals, bartel's clutch, Johnno's spray at "Sexy Taz", Brucie's awful barracking. The final goal by Ling. our champions retiring on the highest of notes. Even the ridiculous meatloaf and those terrible GF Replica premiership cups made it a special day. However, what made it sweetest was that we didn't have the little maestro, and we had been written off FOR 2 YEARS as too old and too slow, yet we STILL stuck it up them!
Tough people, tough club. So happy that my Dad worked for Alcoa in Perth in the 70s and made it possible for me to be a Catter.
In 2007 I saw the GF at the Sheraton in Bangkok. John Elliot was the MC and was so *******ally drunk that he got carried off at half time when he was supposed to be addressing the audience. That summed up the day. Lots of very happy Australians and their bemused Thai partners getting wasted and witnessing an absolute annihilation. It was a joyful day, but somehow I couldn't really get too swept up. I had been to all three GFs in the 90s and it scarred me. It was a righting of the scales more than anything else.
I loved the game in 2009. I watched it at home with my wife and son and destroyed the sofa when Maxy chased down Clarke in the first quarter. I cursed and groaned at Dasher, viscerally lived the fight back, and temporarily lost my mind in the final few minutes. My Thai wife incidentally became a lifelong Cats fan during that game, initially because of Scarlos arse, but in the dying moments because of the sheer power and grace and glory of the team.
But how good was 2011? So many great moments. Varcoe's goals, bartel's clutch, Johnno's spray at "Sexy Taz", Brucie's awful barracking. The final goal by Ling. our champions retiring on the highest of notes. Even the ridiculous meatloaf and those terrible GF Replica premiership cups made it a special day. However, what made it sweetest was that we didn't have the little maestro, and we had been written off FOR 2 YEARS as too old and too slow, yet we STILL stuck it up them!
Tough people, tough club. So happy that my Dad worked for Alcoa in Perth in the 70s and made it possible for me to be a Catter.