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Probably the grey day when I went to my first and only derby there in 2013, when Pav kicked more goals than the entire Eagles side. A sublime schooling from the sort of guy who would time his six, seven goal hauls for the right game to just start giving us momentum.
Most of my memories are the rituals of attending as a country kid and doing the same thing every time we went. Everyone I went to school with had barely ever seen a live AFL match so it was a buzz. I used to love seeing the grass and getting there early, watching the boys warm up and kicking it back to them. Then the inevitable train home after a loss. Waiting for four trains to go past at Subiaco station – the first was full, the second was packed, the next two were out of service. We'd get off at Freo and walk back into town. When I was a student I'd get the footy special shuttle and sit in a different part of the ground each time, usually coming home in the damp, dank, but not wet orange afternoons.
I didn't go every week but it was formative and bonding.
The new stadium will be good but we will be in the unfortunate situation again of ludicrously priced tickets and the hassle of planning it days before. Being able to walk up on the day and paying $17 for a Friday night blockbuster is something you can't beat, not to mention the walk to Etihad or the 'G and the going out before or afterwards, or hangover sessions for a quiet afternoon match on a Sunday. But it'll be good to attend a game where even the shortest person doesn't feel cramped and you don't look around in worry because the stand you're in is a fire hazard.
An absolute shithole; hopefully they can convert it into something nice.
Growing up and being a kid and attending matches with your dad is a rare bond and a special one. Everyone who has done it, knows it. Subi for all its flaws is a part of that for me.
Most of my memories are the rituals of attending as a country kid and doing the same thing every time we went. Everyone I went to school with had barely ever seen a live AFL match so it was a buzz. I used to love seeing the grass and getting there early, watching the boys warm up and kicking it back to them. Then the inevitable train home after a loss. Waiting for four trains to go past at Subiaco station – the first was full, the second was packed, the next two were out of service. We'd get off at Freo and walk back into town. When I was a student I'd get the footy special shuttle and sit in a different part of the ground each time, usually coming home in the damp, dank, but not wet orange afternoons.
I didn't go every week but it was formative and bonding.
The new stadium will be good but we will be in the unfortunate situation again of ludicrously priced tickets and the hassle of planning it days before. Being able to walk up on the day and paying $17 for a Friday night blockbuster is something you can't beat, not to mention the walk to Etihad or the 'G and the going out before or afterwards, or hangover sessions for a quiet afternoon match on a Sunday. But it'll be good to attend a game where even the shortest person doesn't feel cramped and you don't look around in worry because the stand you're in is a fire hazard.
An absolute shithole; hopefully they can convert it into something nice.
Growing up and being a kid and attending matches with your dad is a rare bond and a special one. Everyone who has done it, knows it. Subi for all its flaws is a part of that for me.







