Footy Mums

[CALL ME SNAKE]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

 

[Masquerade]

Really sweet thoughts about my mum

Rest in peace, Mrs Snake. Sounds like a lovely lady mate. Every time you walk into Ethihad, she'll be there with you.

Except when we win the GF at the MCG. Then she'll be there as well, of course

 

[dct66]

Very nice Snake. Vale Snake's mum.

 

[isamedthegiants]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

She's waking up every day now with forward pocket seats to the 1966 Grand Final, watching Barry Breens kick bounce through for a point.

Vale Mrs Snake.

And thoughts to you mate. She sounds like a cracking lady.

 

[Kildonan]

We measure the worth of a person in many different ways, but the reality is that what we treasure most is the time and effort they put in to us and to those dear to us. Your mum was a very valuable person by that measure alone. I would say priceless. It is sad that you have lost her and I feel for you, but she lives on in you, in your words and in your deeds. Vale Snake's mum.

 

[Diehard Saint]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

What a lovely tribute to your Mum, Snake. She sounds like she was a wonderful lady.
Condolences to you and your family x

 

[busso_mick]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

My heartfelt condolences Call Me Snake. Your mum sounded like a real diamond, particularly in light of losing her husband quite young. Like you I lost my father when I was young and my mother has been the most influential person in my life. You will treasure your rich memories of your Mum and I hope the saints can provide some comfort for you in the future. I will raise a glass of red in her honour tonight for you.

 

[Kilroy]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

Respect, dude.
Automatic membership of the StKilda Angels.

 

[bird_man]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

Very moving mate.

God bless your Mum!

And all the best to you brother!

 

[CursingFijian]

Condolences Snake. Sounds like your Mum was a special lady, and I want to extend a big footy hug to you and your family. I hope she keeps watching over her boys in the red, white and black and encourages an angel to straighten up our lot when the going gets tough.

 

[John Bonney]

You made my day
Bless you brother

 

[Saintos The ITK]

Sad to hear Snake. My Old man who is a Sainter and was mates with the Doc is in palliative care ATM. That's why I'm on a bit of a road trip with my daughter to see him. He's not going to last very long and indeed I'm amazed that he's still alive. It's a very sad time that's for sure. RIP your mum and best wishes to you mate.

 

[TheBalls]

I'm sorry for your loss Snake, she sounded like a wonderful mum and person in general. Lovely tribute. Rest in peace Snake's mum.

 

[Luke_sainters]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

We all send our sincere condolences to you and your family at this difficult time.
May she rest in peace.

 

[NarklesHelmet]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

Lovely tribute but sad to hear mate, condolences to you and your family.

 

[George]

Good on you mate, similar with my old man who passed in 2014 - brought me up following the Saints.

You will have an even stronger connection to this footy club now. There will be lots of emotion from a lot of people when we win a flag.

All the best.

 

[Defacto]

sorry to hear CALL ME SNAKE :-(

 

[austinnn]

Sorry for your loss, CMS. And a loss to our club too. Sounds like she was a great mum and a great Saint.

 

[Cornish]

Very sorry for your loss

i have lost both my parents, and you never forget them, it was the saddest day of my life once i realized i was all alone in the world, cherish the memories.

 

[Winmar2Lockett]

That brought a tear to my eyes Snake.

Dreadfully sorry for your loss.

What a wonderful mum you had.

When we eventually see a St Kilda premiership there will be a flood of tears in relief & in memory of all those Saints that aren't around to be part of it.

Vale Mrs Snake


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[Smoke_Me_AKipper]

Sorry for your loss Snake

 

[Mowman]

Sorry for your loss mate

 

[Barrels]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

Beautiful story old mate, thanks for sharing it.

Your Mum sounds like an absolute ripper, and I have zero doubt she'll be sorely missed by many. Sounds very similar to my old fella, who sadly is circling the drain himself with the Big C.

Thoughts and prayers with you and yours. I'll cheer my arse off for her this week.

 

[sauce_head]

Ok bear with me in regards to this long winded rant, but its important to me.

When i say "footy mums" im talking about the Aussie version of what Americans might call a "soccer mum".
You know those women. The ones that take their kids & often other peoples kids to and from matches.
Then they often help out with other duties at footy club. At times they can be the difference between a Local club surviving or not.
Waaaaay back when i was a young fella starting out in the under 9s my Mum was definitely a footy Mum.
Unfortunately my Dad died when i was very young. Anyway my Mum stepped up to the plate.
She would take me to training and back twice a week. And then she would drive me to each game. Before each away game we were supposed to meet at our home ground then all leave from there.
Just about every away game i can remember my coach sheepishly walking over to my Mums car and saying " sorry Luv, not many of the other parents have turned up. Any chance you could squeeze a few of the boys in your car".
My Mum had a 2nd hand Datsun 120y. Those of you too young to remember one of those Google it. It was a bloody small car. But it wasnt unusual for Mum to squeeze five of my teamates in it. It was like we were trying to set a guinness book of records attempt every 2nd week for packing kids in a car. Mind you this was the late 70s. Road safety wasnt as strict back then.
Our under 9s team back then was often jokingly called the "frosties" . Cos we started playing so early in the morning that we often still had the grass frozen with frost on the cold mornings.
Anyway once again my Mum stood up to the plate. At 9'oclock in the morning in the wind & rain you wouldnt get too many parents turning up to watch. But my Mum was always there supporting me and then 6 of us all covered in mud most weeks would all pile back into her little car and she'd drive us home.
Its cos of her support that i wasnt one of those kids that gave up on the discipline of team sport. She nurtured in me a love of playing footy. A game i played from under 9's untill i was 30.
Mum also nurtured my love of the Saints. She started following StKilda because of a relative who played a couple of games in the old under 19s.
The rest of the family started following the Saints cos Mum did. She was a mad passionate Saints fan.
She didnt go to games back then. She loved listening to them on the radio and watching the few times we actually got on the Footy replay on telly.
At one of the very last games we played at Waverley i was able to talk her into actually going to a live game. Its fair to say it changed her life. She was hooked. The next season we were moving to the Docklands stadium and Mum got a Social Club Membership with a reserved seat.
I can tell you that was a shock to the other supporters sitting near her. Many a time i have seen people turn their heads around and you could tell they were thinking "Damn!!! that old lady can yell loud"
And yell loud she did. She adored the G-Train and she would boo and hisss if any opposition player ever gave a cheap shot to "one of her boys".
Early days she loved Cowboy Neale and during recent times she loved Roo.
Mum has sat next to me since the Docklands stadium opened. When she first went it was Colonial Stadium, now its Etihad.
Sadly its with a very heavy heart i say that my dear old Mum passed away last week.
Because of her i love footy and i love the Saints.

But for a while its just not gonna be quite the same.

Condolences my friend. She sounds like a wonderful woman and good on you for putting out there how much you appreciate what she did for you and the community.

 

[soups1982]

Thank you for sharing Snake.. Incredibly sorry for your loss, parents are incredibly important people in shaping who we become.

What a true saint, through and through.

Vale Mrs Snake....