Universal Love Memory Lane: 1990 premiership

[Magpie Girl]

I was at my mum's today, making a start on sorting out her things, when I found a pristine copy of the Herald Sun dated 7th October 1990

I don't know if any of these photos are clear enough for you to read the small print but you will certainly appreciate the pictures and headlines.

 

[Magpie Girl]

 

[Magpie Girl]

 

[Magpie Girl]

 

[Magpie Girl]

These were the 20 pages in the paper devoted to our awesome win!!!

 

[vjknight]

before i lost it about 2001 my most cherished possession in my wallet was the ticket stub proving i was there.

 

[Vicky Park]

MG, I can't 'like' this too much. Fantastic thread with those images! What a day it was, 6 October 1990, the end of decades of agony and humiliation.

 

[jonbe54]

These were the 20 pages in the paper devoted to our awesome win!!!

And so there should have been MG, to those of us who suffered many long years in the wilderness it was a relief and release of immersurable proportions.

 

[TradeDraft]

I was 4 so No Real Memory of it when it happened

 

[DermiesLuvChild]

I was there & my copy of the Sunday Sun is still around somewhere in Mums garage.
I am flying back to oz for holidays in 2 weeks, will check it out.

 

[mattys123]

I was there, and at Vic Park after the game and boy what a day and night it was, think 2010 times by about 100 and you go close to knowing how Melbourne (mainly in the Abbotsford area) was going off that night.

We too have collections of newspapers from the day after, and the Monday also, and will try and preserve and cherish them forever.

Greatest day/night of my life still, just above 2010.

 

[Gavin Brossisca]

I was at the game and although I was only 9 at the time can still remember worrying that the 'Flying Dutchman' was going to kick a few against us haha! Still have my head band with face paint stains that I haven't worn since that day.

 

[Robroy22]

Yep I was there with my old mum. Somehow my sister wangled us some seats from someone she knew and we ended up in the cheersquad section behind the Ponsford end goals. It was surreal being there and realising from the moment they knocked Gavin Brown down, that we would beat Essendon no matter what they tried. The players developed such belief under Lethal that the steel in their eyes just let everyone know they would not be beaten. Those goals from Daics, Millane destroying Anderson despite his broken hand, Shawy in everything and everybody's face, Charlie Manson going nuts, Gavin Brown getting up off the floor to defy Daniher and the Bombers themselves. When Banksy looked like kicking the sealer only to handball it to Dougy Barwick we were in heaven. Everyone was crying and hugging because we all knew the stupid "Colliwobbles" were dead for all time. The long drive home down the Princess Highway only seemed to allow me to bathe in the glory even more listening to "Smooth" on 3LO, even Tim Lane was full of praise for the Pies and Crackers Keenan was crying about his understudy (Monkey) and how good he'd been.
When I walked in the door my wife (a tigers supporter) had our daughters all decked out in their Magpies gear and we all danced around singing the theme song....a long day, never forgotten.

 

[Hinequarters]

I was there.. it's the only time I've wept in front of a woman outside of an orgasm

 

[PieNSauce]

Wasn't there but sat on the couch with my die hard Essendon supporting ex-father-in-law. Didn't care one bit that I cried like a baby at the age of 31. Certainly in my lifetime, for me there will never be another Collingwood premiership to compare. 31 years of pent-up frustration burst like a bubble on that glorious afternoon and who better to spend it with than a mad bombers supporter. I will always regret that I was too pissed to get in the car and drive down to Vic Park but the news reports of the celebrations taking place spontaneously in streets all over Melbourne had to suffice for me. I might feel sorry for supporters who were not around to experience that release but in reality, I wouldn't wish that drought on anyone despite the jubilation of its breaking!

 

[jonbe54]

I was 4 so No Real Memory of it when it happened

I too was only 4 when we won our previous premeirship in '58 Dave - get your head around that

 

[jonbe54]

I've posted on these boards before on this subject but for any who have missed it here we go again

GF day finally dawned for me after waking at around 4:30 A.M. By the time wife and son woke up I had already downed 3 coffee's and was buzzing around ourl little cottage in Seddon like an agitated wasp, not even capable of settling down enough play my favourite PC game Elite.

My son was up at 6, wildly excited at going to his first GF and wifey surfaced at around 8 by which time son and I had had brekky and scanned the newspapers for news about the game. All our gear was organized by 10 and it was time to ring my sister to come and pick us up and head for the G.

It started to hit home then we were in yet another GF and Essendon were a daunting opponent, could we win it? It's sort of like the time you proposed to your girl, you are excited for days before but pretty anxious about the process and the outcome.

Butterflies, mad burining hope and deep worry from previous GF's conflicting, first one and then the other.

Sis arrived about 10:30 and we all jumped into her Fairlane and headed off to the G, getting there around 11:30 after the nightmare of getting a park for the big Fairlane in Jollimont.

Looking around as we entered it seemed every Collingwood supporter had the same face on, looking in their eyes you could see an equal mixture of hope, dread and excitement.

Quarter time and the outrage of Gavin Brown being decked drove Collingwood fans to fury, but that fury was partially driven by fear - could we sustain a credible challenge without our Browny on the forward line, would this be another failure driven by an act of calculated thurggery?

But NO! We came out an inspired and deadly dedicated team, ignoring the physical tactics of the bombers and challenging them, when the budgie was run down on our half forward flank a terrible, desperate hope was born in our hearts, the Magpie faithful dared to believe in the dream again and a murmur gradually built up around the ground. Essendon fans started to lose their cocky smirks and the ball started to bounce our way.

Half time was a hazy blur with Pies fans munching on snacks and sipping coldies, the young ones talking big and jeering the Essendon supporters with the older among us sitting quietly and praying to the footy gods that THIS time, perhaps we might get through.

The third quarter was blissful agony with our Pies setting up a flag winning opportunity and refusing to be diverted from the ball despite an increasingly desperate Essendon going the man frequently - but could we sustain it?

The final quarter every Collingwood supporter from 8 to 80 was on their feet cheering for every mark and tackle, every goal was another nail in the coffin of the '70 GF but deep inside was the memory of other GF's we had led and failed.

Banksy passes to Douggie and he puts the final nail in the coffin of not only Essendon but of '70 and the Colliwobbles!!!

I look around, aware fully for the first time of my surroundings and the Collingwood fans are going absolutely nuts. My son is so happy he may just expode and my sister is crying in sheer joy and release of those demons that have haunted us both for decades.

The final siren! Lethal is a cult figure, Banksy - at last - a premiership player, pants joyously holding the ball aloft in both hands, Daics deservedly a premiership player and every single Collingwood supporter euphoric with unrestrained joy.

NOTHING will ever equal that day and evening and the week that followed. Arriving home still ablaze with happiness the long suffering missus finally gets young Robert to bed, exhausted from his day of days. Sis and I spend an hour or so talking the day and the game to death as we watch the replay and act all wise and composed after the event whilst sipping some ice cold suds.

10 PM comes and goes with the missus going to bed in a bit of a miff and shortly after sis leaves for the long drive back from Seddon to Alphington and I'm left sitting alone in the loungeroom. My thoughts turn to how proud dad would be of his beloved Pies and his long drawn out misery since '58 after seeing the Pies 4peat in his youth.

I went to the dresser and pulled out the 25yo bottle of Glenfiddich saved for just this occasion and went out onto the back deck. Sitting out under the seemingly black and white night sky with straight, strong single malt untarnished by even ice I toasted my wonderful Pies, then I toasted dad who I was sure was giving St. Peter a hard time tonght and I toasted the club who had been so much a part of my life since that first match at Geelong in 1964.

Then I went inside, closed and locked the French doors, put away the bottle of Glenfiddich and went to see if I could make the wife as happy as I was that night.

 

[Baltimore Jack]

The following day at Victoria Park......well, you just had to be there. What a day

 

[PieNSauce]

I've posted on these boards before on this subject but for any who have missed it here we go again

GF day finally dawned for me after waking at around 4:30 A.M. By the time wife and son woke up I had already downed 3 coffee's and was buzzing around ourl little cottage in Seddon like an agitated wasp, not even capable of settling down enough play my favourite PC game Elite.

My son was up at 6, wildly excited at going to his first GF and wifey surfaced at around 8 by which time son and I had had brekky and scanned the newspapers for news about the game. All our gear was organized by 10 and it was time to ring my sister to come and pick us up and head for the G.

It started to hit home then we were in yet another GF and Essendon were a daunting opponent, could we win it? It's sort of like the time you proposed to your girl, you are excited for days before but pretty anxious about the process and the outcome.

Butterflies, mad burining hope and deep worry from previous GF's conflicting, first one and then the other.

Sis arrived about 10:30 and we all jumped into her Fairlane and headed off to the G, getting there around 11:30 after the nightmare of getting a park for the big Fairlane in Jollimont.

Looking around as we entered it seemed every Collingwood supporter had the same face on, looking in their eyes you could see an equal mixture of hope, dread and excitement.

Quarter time and the outrage of Gavin Brown being decked drove Collingwood fans to fury, but that fury was partially driven by fear - could we sustain a credible challenge without our Browny on the forward line, would this be another failure driven by an act of calculated thurggery?

But NO! We came out an inspired and deadly dedicated team, ignoring the physical tactics of the bombers and challenging them, when the budgie was run down on our half forward flank a terrible, desperate hope was born in our hearts, the Magpie faithful dared to believe in the dream again and a murmur gradually built up around the ground. Essendon fans started to lose their cocky smirks and the ball started to bounce our way.

Half time was a hazy blur with Pies fans munching on snacks and sipping coldies, the young ones talking big and jeering the Essendon supporters with the older among us sitting quietly and praying to the footy gods that THIS time, perhaps we might get through.

The third quarter was blissful agony with our Pies setting up a flag winning opportunity and refusing to be diverted from the ball despite an increasingly desperate Essendon going the man frequently - but could we sustain it?

The final quarter every Collingwood supporter from 8 to 80 was on their feet cheering for every mark and tackle, every goal was another nail in the coffin of the '70 GF but deep inside was the memory of other GF's we had led and failed.

Banksy passes to Douggie and he puts the final nail in the coffin of not only Essendon but of '70 and the Colliwobbles!!!

I look around, aware fully for the first time of my surroundings and the Collingwood fans are going absolutely nuts. My son is so happy he may just expode and my sister is crying in sheer joy and release of those demons that have haunted us both for decades.

The final siren! Lethal is a cult figure, Banksy - at last - a premiership player, pants joyously holding the ball aloft in both hands, Daics deservedly a premiership player and every single Collingwood supporter euphoric with unrestrained joy.

NOTHING will ever equal that day and evening and the week that followed. Arriving home still ablaze with happiness the long suffering missus finally gets young Robert to bed, exhausted from his day of days. Sis and I spend an hour or so talking the day and the game to death as we watch the replay and act all wise and composed after the event whilst sipping some ice cold suds.

10 PM comes and goes with the missus going to bed in a bit of a miff and shortly after sis leaves for the long drive back from Seddon to Alphington and I'm left sitting alone in the loungeroom. My thoughts turn to how proud dad would be of his beloved Pies and his long drawn out misery since '58 after seeing the Pies 4peat in his youth.

I went to the dresser and pulled out the 25yo bottle of Glenfiddich saved for just this occasion and went out onto the back deck. Sitting out under the seemingly black and white night sky with straight, strong single malt untarnished by even ice I toasted my wonderful Pies, then I toasted dad who I was sure was giving St. Peter a hard time tonght and I toasted the club who had been so much a part of my life since that first match at Geelong in 1964.

Then I went inside, closed and locked the French doors, put away the bottle of Glenfiddich and went to see if I could make the wife as happy as I was that night.

Read it from you before Jonbe but still encapsulates the feeling that we of less youth felt on that day. Love your work!

I can't tell you how many times I have watched the replay of that game but it would definitely be in the hundreds and I still get goosebumps every time. My VCR recording of the game was a casualty of my separation from my former wife but it didn't take me long to find and purchase a copy on DVD. I have even ripped the DVD to my Media Centre which is attached to my lounge room TV so that I don't even have to go to the cupboard to find the DVD anymore. It got a run just a few days ago too. I am definitely a tragic but having seen only two in my life, I just can't get enough!

Floreat Pica!

 

[jonbe54]

Read it from you before Jonbe but still encapsulates the feeling that we of less youth felt on that day. Love your work!

I can't tell you how many times I have watched the replay of that game but it would definitely be in the hundreds and I still get goosebumps every time. My VCR recording of the game was a casualty of my separation from my former wife but it didn't take me long to find and purchase a copy on DVD. I have even ripped the DVD to my Media Centre which is attached to my lounge room TV so that I don't even have to go to the cupboard to find the DVD anymore. It got a run just a few days ago too. I am definitely a tragic but having seen only two in my life, I just can't get enough!

Floreat Pica!

One of two golden days that live forever in the my heart and mind PNS I told the missus to tape it on the VCR while we were away at the footy and miraculously she did Like yours it has long since gone to a better life lol.

 

[Vicky Park]

One of two golden days that live forever in the my heart and mind PNS I told the missus to tape it on the VCR while we were away at the footy and miraculously she did Like yours it has long since gone to a better life lol.

I have the video recording, but nothing to play it on! Was nearly worn out last time I watched it.

 

[jonbe54]

I have the video recording, but nothing to play it on! Was nearly worn out last time I watched it.

You can still get dual mode players Vicky and specialist copyists could copy your recording and clean it up a bit

 

[dansa]

My first GF and I got front row seats behind the Ponsford goals. I bought my school bag full of cut paper and streamers to hand out to everyone around the cheer squad area.

Does anyone remember in the last Qtr soon after Barwick kicked the goal a noise started to grow around the ground, first a couple of people began to sing 'Good ol Collingwod Forever' and it grew like a mexican wave around the ground. People just started crying everywhere - it was spine-tingling . Looking back the game was over by half time but it took unitl that goal late in the final Qtr for people to finally let themselves believe that the seemingly impossible was going to happen.

My other main memory from 1990 was Abbortsford that night. I was only about 16 at the time so was pretty innocent but people went mental like has never been seen before or after. Johnston and Hoddle Streets were blocked all night due to the people just partying in the street. People who came through became trapped in their cars. I remember supporters jumping up and down on the bonnets and roofs of cars waving flags while people were trapped inside stationary in gridlock. I'll always remember the look in the eyes of a family as they pressed their scarves against the window hoping that would somehow protect them from the pandemonium. A police truck arrived but was shown the same respect. The crowd just massed on it and began rocking it from side to side trying to turn it over.

The streets around Victoria Park that night were completely lawless.

 

[Vicky Park]

My first GF and I got front row seats behind the Ponsford goals. I bought my school bag full of cut paper and streamers to hand out to everyone around the cheer squad area.

Does anyone remember in the last Qtr soon after Barwick kicked the goal a noise started to grow around the ground, first a couple of people began to sing 'Good ol Collingwod Forever' and it grew like a mexican wave around the ground. People just started crying everywhere - it was spine-tingling . Looking back the game was over by half time but it took unitl that goal late in the final Qtr for people to finally let themselves believe that the seemingly impossible was going to happen.

My other main memory from 1990 was Abbortsford that night. I was only about 16 at the time so was pretty innocent but people went mental like has never been seen before or after. Johnston and Hoddle Streets were blocked all night due to the people just partying in the street. People who came through became trapped in their cars. I remember supporters jumping up and down on the bonnets and roofs of cars waving flags while people were trapped inside stationary in gridlock. I'll always remember the look in the eyes of a family as they pressed their scarves against the window hoping that would somehow protect them from the pandemonium. A police truck arrived but was shown the same respect. The crowd just massed on it and began rocking it from side to side trying to turn it over.

The streets around Victoria Park that night were completely lawless.

Dansa, I wasn't at the game as I had young children at the time and couldn't get hold of a ticket anyway. But that noise you refer to, it was building and building in the last quarter, I could hear it on the telecast. A number of my Pies supporting relatives were at the game (one flew in that day from Singapore, as he couldn't miss it), and they have talked about that noise. My cousin described it as primeval, the sound a mighty crowd makes when all as one experience immense relief and joy. She had never heard the like, and in many ways I hope we never hear it again, as it went hand in hand with being flag-less for decades.

 

[jonbe54]

Dansa, I wasn't at the game as I had young children at the time and couldn't get hold of a ticket anyway. But that noise you refer to, it was building and building in the last quarter, I could hear it on the telecast. A number of my Pies supporting relatives were at the game (one flew in that day from Singapore, as he couldn't miss it), and they have talked about that noise. My cousin described it as primeval, the sound a mighty crowd makes when all as one experience immense relief and joy. She had never heard the like, and in many ways I hope we never hear it again, as it went hand in hand with being flag-less for decades.

Agreed about primal noise Vicky, not to appear too carnal it was almost orgasmic in some ways. Utterly undescribable to those not there, it wasn't loud or threatening but deep and emotionally very satisfying.