Back in the days when the men women and children of the Blue Army would march to all parts of uncivilised Victoria, i.e. Windy Hill, Victoria Park,Western Oval, Moorabbin, to spread the gospel of the Blues,we would arrive early to stake our claim. The wind was cold my friend, as the young ones cried out for nourishment. A brave few ventured forward waiting eagerly for the chips, hot dogs and pies. Now the humble pie, back 40 years ago was not the pie of today. Nowadays we have delicious bakery pies. Standing in a queue, at the Western Oval 3 degrees below zero, 60 mile Antarctica gale, a warm pie was a good option. The trouble was that pies in those days had many questionable ingredients. A veteran member of the Blue Army had his tooth shattered when he bit into something that resembled grissle. Another pulled something out that was rubbery and bounced. To make it worse there would be the odd current affair episode showing mice being found in some of these pies. I refused to eat a pie for many years. Chips cooked in god knows what, and a flask of whiskey kept the cold out. The force was strong with us......