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I was working in the Daintree rainforest. We had a resident crocodile Boris and a cassowary wandering around the garden. I had food poisoning and had lost five kilos. It was thirty degrees 100% humidity and I was crouched in my van trying to pick up the local radio. Rex Hunt and Sandy Roberts were calling the game. When Swan kicked the goal (later, via replay, "they're killing them now") the fat lady started singing and the rainforest was black and white again.
 
I lived my dream to witness a Pies Premiership that day.

My daughter Chloe was also born 9 months later.

Two gifts in one day.........:rainbow:
 

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As I've said before this was just a perfect day. Everything went right, from the pre game, to Shaw smothering the cry baby's kick to us dominating and never looking like losing.

The after party went for a few days but it was all worth it.
 
I lived my dream to witness a Pies Premiership that day.

My daughter Chloe was also born 9 months later.

Two gifts in one day.........:rainbow:

And you called her Chloe? Not tempted to go down the Steele, Dane/Dayne or Pendles path? Surely Daisy was given serious consideration?
 
My house is walking distance to the MCG. I had it decorated with posters, flags, scarves. Around 10 that night we were offering passers by free glasses of champagne (what was left of it) if they would join us in another chorus of Good Old Collingwood Forever. Wonder if any of you wandered staggered by? Neighbours, I found out later, were not overly impressed. Meh. It only happens about once in 20 years.
 
And you called her Chloe? Not tempted to go down the Steele, Dane/Dayne or Pendles path? Surely Daisy was given serious consideration?

My sons names are Thomas & Max i don't think Pendles would have gone down well with the wife :D

I does start with C so Collingwood is still present..............forever! ;)
 
My brothers bucks party was scheduled for the Saturday after the original GF.

So after the draw all those plans were scrapped and we all just went to a mate's bar in the city. Was magnificent to be with my Dad and 3 brothers (all mad Pies supporters) drinking, watching the game and celebrating the flag together.
 

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I couldn't get tickets to the game. I was going to watch it with friends, but decided to go watch it with my father, a Collingwood supporter, at his unit in a retirement village. I figured that it might be a bonding moment to be with him when we won the premiership. We had never been close, and I was an only child. Sharing the joy of a premiership with your dying dad is something that most people would opt to do.

Before the game, my neighbour had arrived at my house with a large plate piled high with freshly baked sausage rolls. She had come to join me thinking I would be home watching the game with friends. Her husband also was also intending to come after work. I had to tell her of my change of plan. Disappointed, she gave me some sausage rolls to take with me.

My father wasn't in great shape at the time. He was 92 and quite evidently, to himself especially, dying. He would compare each stage he went through in the dying process with that of his sister who had died a year earlier. Anyway, by quarter time he was starting to nod off, then slept in his seat throughout the whole of the 2nd half, despite my efforts to wake him. When he did awaken, he was somewhat disinterested in the result. It was like the game had been played in a world distant from his own.

I was left feeling a bit flat over the whole experience. Something like a grand final win needs to be shared with other people. I had tried to enthuse my father over the 'crept up like a librarian' moment, but to no avail. He slept through my cheers and comments, unaware and uncaring that important history was being created in the room.

Two weeks later he had a stroke, and a month later he was dead. I guess I did nothing wrong in forsaking the company of friends to watch the game with him. It is difficult to have regrets about something like that. But I missed not having someone around me to share my joy and excitement at the win.
 
Started off at the royal, went to the pre game, watched us in delight, went back to the centre and had to come home for my aunties 40th. She's lucky I turned up
 
One of the best days of my life along with the birth of my son.

I took it for granted unfortunately and didnt bother going into the city for after parties or anything. Next time we win im partying as hard as i ever have!
Hey, you got the head in your avatar!;)
 
Was living in London at the time and watched the drawn game at the Shepherds Bush Walkabout but couldn't cope with all the neutrals booing Colligwood throughout the game so watched the second game at home on my laptop [emoji23]
 

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I couldn't get tickets to the game. I was going to watch it with friends, but decided to go watch it with my father, a Collingwood supporter, at his unit in a retirement village. I figured that it might be a bonding moment to be with him when we won the premiership. We had never been close, and I was an only child. Sharing the joy of a premiership with your dying dad is something that most people would opt to do.

Before the game, my neighbour had arrived at my house with a large plate piled high with freshly baked sausage rolls. She had come to join me thinking I would be home watching the game with friends. Her husband also was also intending to come after work. I had to tell her of my change of plan. Disappointed, she gave me some sausage rolls to take with me.

My father wasn't in great shape at the time. He was 92 and quite evidently, to himself especially, dying. He would compare each stage he went through in the dying process with that of his sister who had died a year earlier. Anyway, by quarter time he was starting to nod off, then slept in his seat throughout the whole of the 2nd half, despite my efforts to wake him. When he did awaken, he was somewhat disinterested in the result. It was like the game had been played in a world distant from his own.

I was left feeling a bit flat over the whole experience. Something like a grand final win needs to be shared with other people. I had tried to enthuse my father over the 'crept up like a librarian' moment, but to no avail. He slept through my cheers and comments, unaware and uncaring that important history was being created in the room.

Two weeks later he had a stroke, and a month later he was dead. I guess I did nothing wrong in forsaking the company of friends to watch the game with him. It is difficult to have regrets about something like that. But I missed not having someone around me to share my joy and excitement at the win.
Thanks for sharing.
I personally think you made the right choice, it's not your fault it didn't work out as you'd expected.
Time will heal those wounds and you will be able to simply focus on the fact we won it; especially when we win our next one.
 
Was a perfect day, apart from that free that prevented Clokey from snagging the first and in the process cost me over a grand as I had that into us over 39.5.
But I'm not complaining...
 
Had a good mates wedding the weekend between the grand final and Bathurst that year, perfect planning until the draw took place. Had the ear piece in for the radio call during the ceremony than was a mad dash to the reception in time to catch the last quarter on tv at the bar. Was a magnificent night celebrating the GF and a wedding all In one.
The drinks flowing easily that night.
 
What a day! I was lucky enough to get a ticket as a 18 year old and I went on my own.

I watched the whole game earlier today and all the memories game back. I can't wait to see us in that position again soon.

I miss watching Collingwood in the GF.
 

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