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Why I hate Essendon

Some people hate Hawthorn and their robotic success. Most people hate Collingwood and their rabble army of boguns. I hate Essendon and all that they stand for.

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A New Rivalry

North Melbourne Football Club has been robbed of its traditional rivalries in recent years. But an AFL Gold Coast team presents a unique opportunity for NMFC to capitalise on a very real rivalry.

While rarely acknowledged in the media, North Melbourne has some fascinating traditional rivalries. Continue reading


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Anzac Day Part I

Saturday. Time to get some household chores done before the big game at Docklands tonight. I hear the bugle play the last post on ABC radio – better watch the first few minutes of the match at the ‘G.

Play is suitably furious. David Hill goes down with a knee injury. Game over. I’ve seen the incident of the day, back to the chores.

Radio on in background. Essendon seem to be holding their own. Only a matter of time before the ‘Woods get over the top.

Sit down in front of the TV half way through the third. Essendon are still up. What’s going on here? The high drama of the match is maintained.

Three quarter time. The boundary rider notes that the Essendon players are tiring. All commentators tip Collingwood to run over them in the last. True to form, Collingwood hit the front. Big Bad Leigh-Roy Brown lines up to make it beyond doubt. Misses – every North supporter could see that one coming.

25 minute mark and 16 points, this game is over. Time to meet up with Lady Shinboner. Better take the wireless just in case.

ABC commentary is resigned to a Pies victory. Can’t be stuffed with them right now – time to switch to the blokey, over-sensationalised yet endearing tones of Triple M. A quick goal to the Dons and the tension is palpable. Soon the commentary box is going wild. (Triple M was definately the right choice.) Another goal. The margin is down to a point.

Then Zaharakis.

Sitting on the tram, the rain poors down outside. All I can hear is the distortion of the commentators and the crowd.

Patty Ryder is given the Anzac medal – no one disputes it. Gary Lyon tells the young man that he has redefined how ruckmen should be playing at AFL level. My hands feel cold, but my heart feels warm. Tears well up in my eyes.

Fuck I love Melbourne during footy season.

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