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Good post & the last paragraph perhaps sums it up best.Loving your work Robbo!
I totally agree with your thoughts, footy was tribal back then as opposed to the watered down sanitised version we get today. I still love the game but not in the same way I did back then.
I still vividly remember as a young lad walking from Holden Street down Amess Street to get to Princes Park. You would get that first glimpse of the Elliott stand as you weaved your way through the back streets and the excitement would build. Get to the park lands and those man made bumps and hollows where kids would be rolling down and most importantly having a kick of the leather. Patiently wait in line as the person in that small box with the mesh opening would take your ticket to allow you in, none of this barcode stuff back then.
Make your way into the ground to the chorus of drinks, lollies, chocolates and potato chips cry......it was game on! The roar when the Blues ran out was amazing, these guys were our heroes and this was our home, our dung heap that opposition fans and teams feared.
Footy will never be the way it was and perhaps it shouldn't but I feel fortunate and privileged to have lived my childhood through those days!
Peanuts, Peanuts.... 20 cents a bagLoving your work Robbo!
I totally agree with your thoughts, footy was tribal back then as opposed to the watered down sanitised version we get today. I still love the game but not in the same way I did back then.
I still vividly remember as a young lad walking from Holden Street down Amess Street to get to Princes Park. You would get that first glimpse of the Elliott stand as you weaved your way through the back streets and the excitement would build. Get to the park lands and those man made bumps and hollows where kids would be rolling down and most importantly having a kick of the leather. Patiently wait in line as the person in that small box with the mesh opening would take your ticket to allow you in, none of this barcode stuff back then.
Make your way into the ground to the chorus of drinks, lollies, chocolates and potato chips cry......it was game on! The roar when the Blues ran out was amazing, these guys were our heroes and this was our home, our dung heap that opposition fans and teams feared.
Footy will never be the way it was and perhaps it shouldn't but I feel fortunate and privileged to have lived my childhood through those days!
JK. You're making me feel old. I remember the guy at the footy selling peanuts. Except my recollection is pre-decimal currency. "Peanuts, shilling a bag, peanuts".Peanuts, Peanuts.... 20 cents a bag
Love this thread, even without the photo's.
TL. I'm enjoying the thread also. Again, I'm a bit older than you and mention of the Elliott Stand has made me think of Princes Park when there was no Elliott Stand. In earlier days it was called the Press Box Wing. Next to the Gardiner Stand, a timber building that accommodated the members of the fourth estate and the time keepers. I can still see the bell affixed to the side of the building which would have been used before the siren became fashionable.Loving your work Robbo!
I totally agree with your thoughts, footy was tribal back then as opposed to the watered down sanitised version we get today. I still love the game but not in the same way I did back then.
I still vividly remember as a young lad walking from Holden Street down Amess Street to get to Princes Park. You would get that first glimpse of the Elliott stand as you weaved your way through the back streets and the excitement would build. Get to the park lands and those man made bumps and hollows where kids would be rolling down and most importantly having a kick of the leather. Patiently wait in line as the person in that small box with the mesh opening would take your ticket to allow you in, none of this barcode stuff back then.
Make your way into the ground to the chorus of drinks, lollies, chocolates and potato chips cry......it was game on! The roar when the Blues ran out was amazing, these guys were our heroes and this was our home, our dung heap that opposition fans and teams feared.
Footy will never be the way it was and perhaps it shouldn't but I feel fortunate and privileged to have lived my childhood through those days!
Okay, the young folk among us will think I have lost my mind but I now take a stroll back to think of the cheer squad fundraiser!
Picture 4 people walking the boundary line at 3 quarter time carrying a blanket with one at each corner. In addition 10 or so others to pick up the stray coins. The crowd then piffed coins from the bleaches to try and get them into the blanket, deep down you knew many were trying to hit people on the ground with the coins and you deserved danger money for sitting in the front row. Today this would form part of a class action for damages but back then it was how it was!!
Used to heat up the 20 cent coins in my Starsky jacket sleeve.
Shooda seen you buggers jump when you caught them.
Who knows what we paid when I first started going there as a little tacker because my parents used to pay for me....
Loving your work Robbo!
I totally agree with your thoughts, footy was tribal back then as opposed to the watered down sanitised version we get today. I still love the game but not in the same way I did back then.
I still vividly remember as a young lad walking from Holden Street down Amess Street to get to Princes Park. You would get that first glimpse of the Elliott stand as you weaved your way through the back streets and the excitement would build. Get to the park lands and those man made bumps and hollows where kids would be rolling down and most importantly having a kick of the leather. Patiently wait in line as the person in that small box with the mesh opening would take your ticket to allow you in, none of this barcode stuff back then.
Make your way into the ground to the chorus of drinks, lollies, chocolates and potato chips cry......it was game on! The roar when the Blues ran out was amazing, these guys were our heroes and this was our home, our dung heap that opposition fans and teams feared.
Footy will never be the way it was and perhaps it shouldn't but I feel fortunate and privileged to have lived my childhood through those days!
Yeah I remember the old rotund bloke with the bottoms of glass coke bottles for glasses, he used to walk around the boundary and say, heeeere peanuts, from memory the price was 20c for a white lolly bag full, indulged a few times as matter of fact, god I miss footy the way it used to be, where there was no place for players who were faint of heart or weak of bowel, you friggin earned a kick, and if you stood outside the pack looking for a cheap touch, you could almost bet your bottom dollar somebody had you lined up for an honest hard shirt front that would see the end of your day, right then and there.
It truly is sad to see what has become of our great game IMO, but I will always buy my Carlton membership as long as my arse points to the ground because I love my club, I just feel lucky and privileged in a sense that I got to experience footy when it was so fanatical and tribal.
Spot on TL
Haha, hhmmmm yeah, I don't think young Isaac would of seen the half time break some how TL, if he wasn't put to sleep, I'd imagine the will to go back out after the break would of been on the very low side, I'd imagine young Isaac may have suddenly become lame in the hamstring I'm thinkingImagine Vin Waite dealing with an Issac Smith type!
