Wishing you strength mate. I hope the Pies put on a show for you this year!
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Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.
Great words from you both.
A complete stranger has just put everything into perspective and it hit me.
Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.
Wow. Perspective. Side by Side always guys. Reykjavik , thinking of you as I am sure everybody is.Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.
Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.
Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.
Thank you all for your kind words. Though things are tough, it's amazing how often in these days that I am buoyed by the kindness of strangers. And amongst the Collingwood family, kindness is never far from the surface.
I have got a friend to help me write a bit here as a thank you. I am not much use at putting things together these days so he is due some sympathy for deciphering my intent out of the random words I can manage.
It has been a wonderful thing being a Collingwood supporter. And that is the case regardless of how many flags we have won and lost in my lifetime. A flag is great, and don't get me wrong they have been moments to savour, but in the end its just a piece of fabric. People matter, people like you. And Collingwood people are the best. When things are at their darkest is when you can truly see the stars.
I remember even though things aren't working great. I remember my first premiership in 1990, and how good it felt partly because of how much we had suffered before it. And I remember that I knew it was coming, when I watched the 1986 season which in a lot of ways seemed like a disaster. But it was the year our U19 team, who would provide the core of the premiership team, won their own cup against North and began their journey that would end in the ultimate four years later. I was a lost and alone school kid, a city kid adrift in the country and a long way from home. And my team of choice was just another thing that isolated me from my peers. But I didn't give a s**t, even when the guys determined to make my life as s**t as possible heaped crap upon my black and white army. I knew pride, even then, and I knew that was Collingwood. And in the end, in spite of their certainty in their superiority, we were destined to claim the ultimate prize long before their drought ended. Life is funny that way. Life is always funny.
Though this year looks like being a tough one too, I think at some stage in 2015, it will be possible to see the same moment, when the youngsters begin to stand up and show the qualities that will see them rise towards the heights again. As tough as it might be at times, that's worth being around for.
If I can be forgiven for ripping off Martin Luther King again, I might not have been to the mountaintop, but I think I have seen the promised land. And I think this lot will get there. And though I wont be there to see it with you, I know it will be an exciting time ahead. And if things look dark at times this year, just look up and see the stars.