A perspective on the match from our vantage point as supporters on Saturday night...
On a freezing Friday night in '08, the Magpie boys pulled out something pretty special to stop a Geelong outfit in its tracks. Saturday night was a cold, cold night but there was also a whiff of something else in the air... momentum.
I usually hate Cats vs Pies matches not so much for the football, but for the supremely arrogant supporters who - 3-4 years ago - were once humble Cats fans who I actually felt happy for. A workman-like team who had missed flags for so many years finally got their big break. But now - 2010 - strut around and sneer like the dream will never end. Saturday's crowd was no different, and actually worse as we had managed tickets just behind and to the right of the cheer squad. The big fat, squinty-eyed bomber-jacket fan with the knowing look every time Chapman got the ball. The bald, mouthy scarf guy who pumped his fist near my nose in the 2nd quarter. Mouthy, drunk, misinformed girlfriend who took to parroting my neighbor, a crusty old Pies faithful.
Right on half time the banter took a turn for the worse. "Prelim, Pies. Prelim." "Mate, now's when the afterburners kick in and we do them by 60 points". "Travis Cloke, what a joke", etc...
Can I just say how much satisfaction I took in two things. Number one was the slow realisation that all that was once taken for granted no longer remained - we slowly but surely dismantled Geelong until they could barely run or make decisions. Number two was the way the Magpie faitfhful kept the chants, the cheers, the claps and the banter up even when we were behind - we SUPPORTED our club, unlike the arrogant tossers around us who started leaving mid-way through the last.
Truly magnificent night on Saturday - the lovely lady and I shared a romantic moment belting out the theme song before retiring for a 'recovery session' at the local bar. And how good was it waking up Sunday morning to THAT sunshine and knowing we had a whole day of basking in it...
Go Pies.
On a freezing Friday night in '08, the Magpie boys pulled out something pretty special to stop a Geelong outfit in its tracks. Saturday night was a cold, cold night but there was also a whiff of something else in the air... momentum.
I usually hate Cats vs Pies matches not so much for the football, but for the supremely arrogant supporters who - 3-4 years ago - were once humble Cats fans who I actually felt happy for. A workman-like team who had missed flags for so many years finally got their big break. But now - 2010 - strut around and sneer like the dream will never end. Saturday's crowd was no different, and actually worse as we had managed tickets just behind and to the right of the cheer squad. The big fat, squinty-eyed bomber-jacket fan with the knowing look every time Chapman got the ball. The bald, mouthy scarf guy who pumped his fist near my nose in the 2nd quarter. Mouthy, drunk, misinformed girlfriend who took to parroting my neighbor, a crusty old Pies faithful.
Right on half time the banter took a turn for the worse. "Prelim, Pies. Prelim." "Mate, now's when the afterburners kick in and we do them by 60 points". "Travis Cloke, what a joke", etc...
Can I just say how much satisfaction I took in two things. Number one was the slow realisation that all that was once taken for granted no longer remained - we slowly but surely dismantled Geelong until they could barely run or make decisions. Number two was the way the Magpie faitfhful kept the chants, the cheers, the claps and the banter up even when we were behind - we SUPPORTED our club, unlike the arrogant tossers around us who started leaving mid-way through the last.
Truly magnificent night on Saturday - the lovely lady and I shared a romantic moment belting out the theme song before retiring for a 'recovery session' at the local bar. And how good was it waking up Sunday morning to THAT sunshine and knowing we had a whole day of basking in it...
Go Pies.













