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This one??????
1994, fits in with your age.
Yep, that and Noddy straight after did it for me.
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This one??????
1994, fits in with your age.
I did the exact same thing, was so proud the club introduced someone with his talent and experience and knew the kids would get so much from seeing how a true professional goes about his training.Circa 2008 I got excited at the thought that we may draft Ben Cousins. I said to my friends if we get Cousins I will buy a membership. We ended up getting Cousins and the next day I went into Punt Rd to buy 2 memberships.
Absolutely, I love hearing the stories everyone has. Living in NSW you don't come across many AFL supporters.This is the best thread
I would have been dead by suicide years ago if it weren’t for Richmond,they kept me going in very bleak periods of my life.
I wanted to make it in a rock band but failed and carry the regrets with me,been close two times only to be screwed by shoddy managers,my drumming is better than ever but I haven’t played in a band for 15 years now,was in the covers band Big Deal,drummer for Hobbs Angel Of Death,New Holland(Big Deals original band),Valanti (punk rock girl singer with musos from Newcastle who moved to Melbourne) and The Darling Buds(not the uk band) with Andrew Grant on vox.
Things have happened in my family that affected us all to the point
I nearly gave up on Richmond.
I’m not telling anyone about it and has nothing to do with me.
I have not been truly happy since and drink alot and get angry alot,I can cover it up very well with alcohol but also the Tiger mates I have made keep me going,even Flea always says hi in the 3121,Richmond look after everyone,no matter how helpless or dumb they are,that is the Gale influence.
But I became a Tiger in 74 when shown the back to back flag on the newspaper colour liftout,I did go to a Pies Blues game at Vic Park when very young but the teams did nothing for me,Richmond had larger than life heroes,KB and Sheeds stood out for me as a young kid when watching on a b and w tv then later I loved Jimmy Jess,Michael Roach then my all time hero Maurice Rioli,he was doing stuff that highly skillful players do now and he was tough also,was a very good boxer,it will be a dream when junior comes to Richmond like having Dan at the club,I was absolutely elated when we got him.
My first game was in ‘77 anzac game against Collingwood ,we got flogged,I stood up in the aisles of the northern stand.
Anyway,my mum is a Pie and she has been the backbone of our family,follows Richmond more now these days because of me.
Yellow and black,you never go back!
Hopefully one day I get back in a band but can’t see it happening,cheers.
Here’s me jamming away like a dh.
The speed of the drum sticks at times is mesmerizing, thanks heaps for sharing that!
I know we have a singer / guitarist amongst the board members here too, could form a BF band for a 1 night only show! ha ha.
Love all the membership lanyards hanging off the door too!
Thanks for your honesty, I love reading all these stories and hope you sharing is positive for you.I would have been dead by suicide years ago if it weren’t for Richmond,they kept me going in very bleak periods of my life.
I wanted to make it in a rock band but failed and carry the regrets with me,been close two times only to be screwed by shoddy managers,my drumming is better than ever but I haven’t played in a band for 15 years now,was in the covers band Big Deal,drummer for Hobbs Angel Of Death,New Holland(Big Deals original band),Valanti (punk rock girl singer with musos from Newcastle who moved to Melbourne) and The Darling Buds(not the uk band) with Andrew Grant on vox.
Things have happened in my family that affected us all to the point
I nearly gave up on Richmond.
I’m not telling anyone about it and has nothing to do with me.
I have not been truly happy since and drink alot and get angry alot,I can cover it up very well with alcohol but also the Tiger mates I have made keep me going,even Flea always says hi in the 3121,Richmond look after everyone,no matter how helpless or dumb they are,that is the Gale influence.
Firstly apologies if you are going to red this. The 'a' key on my keyboard is not working properly. There will be a lot of 'a's missing. I've tried to get them all.
I've just turned 49. My God where has the time gone.
My Dad barracked for Essendon and mum was Essendon too because of him but neither of them were pssionate.
I remember vividly. I was 7 and for some reason I decided then and there that I would pick a club to support.
I sat in the middle of the loungeroom floor at our house on the farm in the Goulburn valley.
I also vividly remember deciding that i would choose between Carlton, Essendon and Richmond.
I'm not sure why but I chose Richmond. The year was 1977 and we had just gone through our late 60s and early 70s power years but I was oblivious to that.
I chose Richmond and have never waivered in 42 years.
I begged Dad to take me to a game. My first game was that year. He took me to Moorrabbin to see St Kilda vs Richmond. I still remember standing int he outer that day. The smell of tobacco from the pipes that were wafting over the ground, the crisp smell of the middle pages of the Footy Record.
We won that day, although my only real memory was Dad calling Mick Malthouse, Mick Shithouse.
Of course the stop on the way home a the Seymour burger stand was always a highlight. The days before bypasses and freeways,
a plain burger, a choc Big M and a White Knight.
By the time I was 10, Mum had been totally converted. She was now as passionate Richmond as I was.
We would spend Saturday afternoons together with the radio on. she would make casseroles and I would mark off each goal on a piece of paper while listening the game on radio.
later that night we would eat dinner as family and watch the Big League replay, much to my two sisters' annoyment.
Dad always kept barracking for the Bombers, but over the years, he developed a real soft spot for the Tigers.
he took me to many gaames. always Richmond.
The 1980 qualifying final, the second semi final. he never complained.
We couldn't get tickets to the 1980 GF. We watched on TV and I was over the moon. 10 years old and thinking this was the best thing ever.
In 1982 Dad again took me to both finals, but alas, we couldn't get grand final tickets. I was 12 now and the loss cut deep. I cried. Mum cried.
I was gutted, but there would be other chances yeah?
we all know the story.
The mid to late 80s were a disaster. The early 90s we nearly lost our club.
I remember giving $100 to Save Our skins, which in those days was a fair amount for a young bloke on a cadet journo's wages.
Living and working in Shepparton, I culd really only get to three or four games a year.
I knew the stationmaster at Shepp train station. A Melbourne fan. Great bloke. He'd go to the Dees games as well and when we were on the same train, we'd get a full first cabin on the way home and he'd buy a slab. I'd chuck him $10 and we'd sit there in our own cabin and drink, getting back to Shepp around 8.30pm.
In 1994 I decided to travel.
I spent the entire year travelling through Europe and settled in London where I lived and worked.
I missed the 1994 season, the year we went on that winning run and it looked like we were going make finals, only to lose our last two games.
I don't know what I would have done had we made.
there was no internet in 1994 and the only way I would keep up to date with the scores was through my beautiful grandfather who send me weekly newspaper clippings in the post.
The London Explorers Club also showed games on four day delay depending what video tapes were sent to them nd how long it took for them to get there.
I came back home midyear through 1995 and experience the delight of that season. The final loss against North, the win against Essendon and the flogging we received from Geelong in the prelim. Late in the lst term, the pro Richmond crowd started singing the theme song. The Geelong tried to block it out, but it was futile. Amazing.
Another five years in the wilderness, 2001 was our next finals appearance.
Between 95 and 01, I had shacked up with my now wife, had a daughter.
2001 was weird. The win against Carlton was overshadowed by the World Trade Center attacks and there was a genuine fear of what may happen next next.
I never really considered going to Brisbne for the prelim. Travelling interstate for games wasn't really a thing back then like it is now. Plus, I don't think any of us expected to win.
Most on here will be young enough to remember the abyss we found ourselves in from 2002 onwards.
A string of failed coaches and poor recruiting.
My loved never waned, but my hope of seeing a premiership had.
I had never been to a grand final before. I had the chance to but it never seemed right. I only wanted to go if we made it.
We all know the gut wrenching strong of elimintaion finals losses.
It seemed like we were destined to forever be a sick joke.
In 2014 I was back in London on holiday and I got a call from Dad at 2am. Mum was dead. She collapsed on the loungeroom floor. To this day the coroner still can't tell the exact cause of death.
I put a Richmond jumper on Mum's coffin and they played the theme song at the end of the service.
a year later Dad was having back pain but that was not unusual. As a farmer and truck driver, he had battled a bad back most of his adult life.
But when he saw blood in the toilet bowl, he knew it was not good.
He lasted 10 months. he refused to feel sorry for himself, but on 23 april 2016, he lost his battle.
Fast forward now to the 2017 season.
we all know what happened.
we all celebrated in our special way.
I attended the grand final.
a week after the game I drove up to Mum's grave and had a beer with her.
View attachment 656626
Even though Dad was a Bombers fan, he would have been stoked.
We scattered his ashes around his favourite game tree on the farm and I had a beer with him too.
View attachment 656628
So that's pretty much story.
I said after 30 September 2017 that whatever happens now is just a bonus.
You've pretty much just brought me to tears with the last few paragraphs and pics!Firstly apologies if you are going to read this. The 'a' key on my keyboard is not working properly. There will be a lot of 'a's missing. I've tried to get them all.
I've just turned 49. My God where has the time gone.
My Dad barracked for Essendon and mum was Essendon too because of him but neither of them were passionate.
I remember vividly. I was 7 and for some reason I decided then and there that I would pick a club to support.
I sat in the middle of the loungeroom floor at our house on the farm in the Goulburn valley.
I also vividly remember deciding that i would choose between Carlton, Essendon and Richmond.
I'm not sure why but I chose Richmond. The year was 1977 and we had just gone through our late 60s and early 70s power years but I was oblivious to that.
I chose Richmond and have never waivered in 42 years.
I begged Dad to take me to a game. My first game was that year. He took me to Moorrabbin to see St Kilda vs Richmond. I still remember standing in the outer that day. The smell of tobacco from the pipes that were wafting over the ground, the crisp smell of the middle pages of the Footy Record.
We won that day, although my only real memory was Dad calling Mick Malthouse, Mick Shithouse.
Of course the stop on the way home a the Seymour burger stand was always a highlight. The days before bypasses and freeways,
a plain burger, a choc Big M and a White Knight.
By the time I was 10, Mum had been totally converted. She was now as passionate Richmond as I was.
We would spend Saturday afternoons together with the radio on. she would make casseroles and I would mark off each goal on a piece of paper while listening the game on radio.
later that night we would eat dinner as family and watch the Big League replay, much to my two sisters' annoyment.
Dad always kept barracking for the Bombers, but over the years, he developed a real soft spot for the Tigers.
he took me to many games. always Richmond.
The 1980 qualifying final, the second semi final. he never complained.
We couldn't get tickets to the 1980 GF. We watched on TV and I was over the moon. 10 years old and thinking this was the best thing ever.
In 1982 Dad again took me to both finals, but alas, we couldn't get grand final tickets. I was 12 now and the loss cut deep. I cried. Mum cried.
I was gutted, but there would be other chances yeah?
we all know the story.
The mid to late 80s were a disaster. The early 90s we nearly lost our club.
I remember giving $100 to Save Our skins, which in those days was a fair amount for a young bloke on a cadet journo's wages.
Living and working in Shepparton, I cuuld really only get to three or four games a year.
I knew the stationmaster at Shepp train station. A Melbourne fan. Great bloke. He'd go to the Dees games as well and when we were on the same train, we'd get a full first cabin on the way home and he'd buy a slab. I'd chuck him $10 and we'd sit there in our own cabin and drink, getting back to Shepp around 8.30pm.
In 1994 I decided to travel.
I spent the entire year travelling through Europe and settled in London where I lived and worked.
I missed the 1994 season, the year we went on that winning run and it looked like we were going make finals, only to lose our last two games.
I don't know what I would have done had we made.
there was no internet in 1994 and the only way I would keep up to date with the scores was through my beautiful grandfather who send me weekly newspaper clippings in the post.
The London Explorers Club also showed games on four day delay depending what video tapes were sent to them nd how long it took for them to get there.
I came back home midyear through 1995 and experience the delight of that season. The final loss against North, the win against Essendon and the flogging we received from Geelong in the prelim. Late in the lst term, the pro Richmond crowd started singing the theme song. The Geelong tried to block it out, but it was futile. Amazing.
Another five years in the wilderness, 2001 was our next finals appearance.
Between 95 and 01, I had shacked up with my now wife, had a daughter.
2001 was weird. The win against Carlton was overshadowed by the World Trade Center attacks and there was a genuine fear of what may happen next next.
I never really considered going to Brisbne for the prelim. Travelling interstate for games wasn't really a thing back then like it is now. Plus, I don't think any of us expected to win.
Most on here will be young enough to remember the abyss we found ourselves in from 2002 onwards.
A string of failed coaches and poor recruiting.
My loved never waned, but my hope of seeing a premiership had.
I had never been to a grand final before. I had the chance to but it never seemed right. I only wanted to go if we made it.
We all know the gut wrenching strong of elimination finals losses.
It seemed like we were destined to forever be a sick joke.
In 2014 I was back in London on holiday and I got a call from Dad at 2am. Mum was dead. She collapsed on the loungeroom floor. To this day the coroner still can't tell the exact cause of death.
I put a Richmond jumper on Mum's coffin and they played the theme song at the end of the service.
a year later Dad was having back pain but that was not unusual. As a farmer and truck driver, he had battled a bad back most of his adult life.
But when he saw blood in the toilet bowl, he knew it was not good.
He lasted 10 months. he refused to feel sorry for himself, but on 23 april 2016, he lost his battle.
Fast forward now to the 2017 season.
we all know what happened.
we all celebrated in our special way.
I attended the grand final.
a week after the game I drove up to Mum's grave and had a beer with her.
View attachment 656626
Even though Dad was a Bombers fan, he would have been stoked.
We scattered his ashes around his favourite game tree on the farm and I had a beer with him too.
View attachment 656628
So that's pretty much story.
I said after 30 September 2017 that whatever happens now is just a bonus.
that's a special tree bearing witness to the lives around it, ppl should respect trees waaaaaay more.Firstly apologies if you are going to read this. The 'a' key on my keyboard is not working properly. There will be a lot of 'a's missing. I've tried to get them all.
I've just turned 49. My God where has the time gone.
My Dad barracked for Essendon and mum was Essendon too because of him but neither of them were passionate.
I remember vividly. I was 7 and for some reason I decided then and there that I would pick a club to support.
I sat in the middle of the loungeroom floor at our house on the farm in the Goulburn valley.
I also vividly remember deciding that i would choose between Carlton, Essendon and Richmond.
I'm not sure why but I chose Richmond. The year was 1977 and we had just gone through our late 60s and early 70s power years but I was oblivious to that.
I chose Richmond and have never waivered in 42 years.
I begged Dad to take me to a game. My first game was that year. He took me to Moorrabbin to see St Kilda vs Richmond. I still remember standing in the outer that day. The smell of tobacco from the pipes that were wafting over the ground, the crisp smell of the middle pages of the Footy Record.
We won that day, although my only real memory was Dad calling Mick Malthouse, Mick Shithouse.
Of course the stop on the way home a the Seymour burger stand was always a highlight. The days before bypasses and freeways,
a plain burger, a choc Big M and a White Knight.
By the time I was 10, Mum had been totally converted. She was now as passionate Richmond as I was.
We would spend Saturday afternoons together with the radio on. she would make casseroles and I would mark off each goal on a piece of paper while listening the game on radio.
later that night we would eat dinner as family and watch the Big League replay, much to my two sisters' annoyment.
Dad always kept barracking for the Bombers, but over the years, he developed a real soft spot for the Tigers.
he took me to many games. always Richmond.
The 1980 qualifying final, the second semi final. he never complained.
We couldn't get tickets to the 1980 GF. We watched on TV and I was over the moon. 10 years old and thinking this was the best thing ever.
In 1982 Dad again took me to both finals, but alas, we couldn't get grand final tickets. I was 12 now and the loss cut deep. I cried. Mum cried.
I was gutted, but there would be other chances yeah?
we all know the story.
The mid to late 80s were a disaster. The early 90s we nearly lost our club.
I remember giving $100 to Save Our skins, which in those days was a fair amount for a young bloke on a cadet journo's wages.
Living and working in Shepparton, I cuuld really only get to three or four games a year.
I knew the stationmaster at Shepp train station. A Melbourne fan. Great bloke. He'd go to the Dees games as well and when we were on the same train, we'd get a full first cabin on the way home and he'd buy a slab. I'd chuck him $10 and we'd sit there in our own cabin and drink, getting back to Shepp around 8.30pm.
In 1994 I decided to travel.
I spent the entire year travelling through Europe and settled in London where I lived and worked.
I missed the 1994 season, the year we went on that winning run and it looked like we were going make finals, only to lose our last two games.
I don't know what I would have done had we made.
there was no internet in 1994 and the only way I would keep up to date with the scores was through my beautiful grandfather who send me weekly newspaper clippings in the post.
The London Explorers Club also showed games on four day delay depending what video tapes were sent to them nd how long it took for them to get there.
I came back home midyear through 1995 and experience the delight of that season. The final loss against North, the win against Essendon and the flogging we received from Geelong in the prelim. Late in the lst term, the pro Richmond crowd started singing the theme song. The Geelong tried to block it out, but it was futile. Amazing.
Another five years in the wilderness, 2001 was our next finals appearance.
Between 95 and 01, I had shacked up with my now wife, had a daughter.
2001 was weird. The win against Carlton was overshadowed by the World Trade Center attacks and there was a genuine fear of what may happen next next.
I never really considered going to Brisbne for the prelim. Travelling interstate for games wasn't really a thing back then like it is now. Plus, I don't think any of us expected to win.
Most on here will be young enough to remember the abyss we found ourselves in from 2002 onwards.
A string of failed coaches and poor recruiting.
My loved never waned, but my hope of seeing a premiership had.
I had never been to a grand final before. I had the chance to but it never seemed right. I only wanted to go if we made it.
We all know the gut wrenching strong of elimination finals losses.
It seemed like we were destined to forever be a sick joke.
In 2014 I was back in London on holiday and I got a call from Dad at 2am. Mum was dead. She collapsed on the loungeroom floor. To this day the coroner still can't tell the exact cause of death.
I put a Richmond jumper on Mum's coffin and they played the theme song at the end of the service.
a year later Dad was having back pain but that was not unusual. As a farmer and truck driver, he had battled a bad back most of his adult life.
But when he saw blood in the toilet bowl, he knew it was not good.
He lasted 10 months. he refused to feel sorry for himself, but on 23 april 2016, he lost his battle.
Fast forward now to the 2017 season.
we all know what happened.
we all celebrated in our special way.
I attended the grand final.
a week after the game I drove up to Mum's grave and had a beer with her.
View attachment 656626
Even though Dad was a Bombers fan, he would have been stoked.
We scattered his ashes around his favourite game tree on the farm and I had a beer with him too.
View attachment 656628
So that's pretty much story.
I said after 30 September 2017 that whatever happens now is just a bonus.
Late 60's that is...I wish we had more footage of that time. I remember someone showing highlights on this board of our 60s success and it was incredible. The standard of the footy, no s**t was awesome. We’ve lost something in this game.
Gotta stir the pot mateAwesome. Love the raid into enemy territory too. Only us tiges do this hehe
Smasha one thing Ive always wondered about drummers is - are you playing the drums in your mind slightly before smashing the drums? I know that sounds logical but it’s almost if you’ve laid down the track in your mind as to how it should be ideally and when you play you’re getting as close to that as possible? Almost like visualising in real time what it should be.
I would have been dead by suicide years ago if it weren’t for Richmond,they kept me going in very bleak periods of my life.
I wanted to make it in a rock band but failed and carry the regrets with me,been close two times only to be screwed by shoddy managers,my drumming is better than ever but I haven’t played in a band for 15 years now,was in the covers band Big Deal,drummer for Hobbs Angel Of Death,New Holland(Big Deals original band),Valanti (punk rock girl singer with musos from Newcastle who moved to Melbourne) and The Darling Buds(not the uk band) with Andrew Grant on vox.
Things have happened in my family that affected us all to the point
I nearly gave up on Richmond.
I’m not telling anyone about it and has nothing to do with me.
I have not been truly happy since and drink alot and get angry alot,I can cover it up very well with alcohol but also the Tiger mates I have made keep me going,even Flea always says hi in the 3121,Richmond look after everyone,no matter how helpless or dumb they are,that is the Gale influence.
But I became a Tiger in 74 when shown the back to back flag on the newspaper colour liftout,I did go to a Pies Blues game at Vic Park when very young but the teams did nothing for me,Richmond had larger than life heroes,KB and Sheeds stood out for me as a young kid when watching on a b and w tv then later I loved Jimmy Jess,Michael Roach then my all time hero Maurice Rioli,he was doing stuff that highly skillful players do now and he was tough also,was a very good boxer,it will be a dream when junior comes to Richmond like having Dan at the club,I was absolutely elated when we got him.
My first game was in ‘77 anzac game against Collingwood ,we got flogged,I stood up in the aisles of the northern stand.
Anyway,my mum is a Pie and she has been the backbone of our family,follows Richmond more now these days because of me.
Yellow and black,you never go back!
Hopefully one day I get back in a band but can’t see it happening,cheers.
Here’s me jamming away like a dh.
I grew up in Box Hill as well, in Blackburn south now. If you are on facebook there is a "I grew up in Box Hill" page you might like itWe came to Australia in 1966 being a Greek kid living in Box Hill was pretty tough I started going to the footy in 67 to a few games more in 68: Billy Barrot was my hero saw the grand final in 69, 72,73 74 and 80, 82 from 73 used to sit in the old northern stand bottom tier directly behind KBs mum, dad and sister, as I got older old Arthur who sat next to me used to take me to the away games as well, then when I started to drive took him, from 79 till 85 we missed only one game as I was travelling interstate to play in a soccer tournament, it was 1980 we were playing south and lost just before the finals , sticks in the memory as on the bus ride back my mate Paul and I were listening to it on the radio and all we could say they will come back, they will come back.
In 82 Helen started two rows in front of us nice arse and she was a contortionist at the crazy horse in Adelaide , was there with Arthur, and my little sister, pretty quiet drive home, I have seen us play everywhere apart from punt road and the junction oval.
In 85 I went to New Guinea but still retained and paid for my membership, came home and watched them a few times, in 87 I came down , we were playing Footscray and I arrived just before the game, sat down in my seat, this was before reserved seating , the people around you kept your seat, and Mrs B turned around and said you been away a couple of weeks, it was two years at that stage.
My sisters both are tigers, one nephew, the other one supports the scum ,I don’t know how that happened, my son and his two boys are all tigers, my ex was a swans but when she met me switched, my daughter who hates footy is a tiger, my mum is a tiger, dad followed the dorks.
My current lady has a soft spot for us, in 2013. I was in Australia and whilst watching the game against free , I burst into tears , she being a Queensland lass said what’s wrong with you, I said I never believed we would play finals again, and to top it all in 2017, I came down for the cats game, and cried,
I have met some great people on BF, and it’s great to be part of such a great family, my only regret is never meeting Shaza/Groupie or whatever name he goes under, but to the people I have met a toast to all
The biff lolI wish we had more footage of that time. I remember someone showing highlights on this board of our 60s success and it was incredible. The standard of the footy, no s**t was awesome. We’ve lost something in this game.
C'mon you can't leave us hanging, who are they ?My Great Grandfather opened a bootmaker in Church st Richmond around 1906 and moved into that premises but lived in Richmond since the late 1800s. My Grandfather went to St Ignatius, played footy and ended up playing for Richmond for 4 seasons, later he would become VP of the reserves and serve on the committee. My uncle played in the Richmond reserves around 1942 and later his son (my cousin) started playing for Richmond and worked his way up from the age of 16 to the 1sts. He played with Bourke, Bartlett, Malthouse, Lee, Strachan, Cloke, Keane etc so it was a hard team to break into. A knee injury killed his career.
I have only ever known 1 team