Autopsy "I remember when"

[Tex_21]

I remember when I used to post regularly here.

Hai guys

 

[Hot Tin Roof]

I remember when we had something to complain about...

http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/08/15/1060936060179.html
Geelong And The Stray Cats
August 16 2003

Geelong has a growing phenomenon: the distance that has developed between this most parochial of clubs and its former greats. There is an obvious reason why teams of the '70s, '80s and '90s have not stuck with the club, or together: no flag. There is no such thing as a runners-up reunion. The 40-year drought is also blamed for the emphasis on individuals and its unfortunate twin - the absence of genuine selflessness.
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/08/15/1060936060179.html

 

[El Dubya]

I remember when we had something to complain about...

http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/08/15/1060936060179.html
Geelong And The Stray Cats
August 16 2003

Geelong has a growing phenomenon: the distance that has developed between this most parochial of clubs and its former greats. There is an obvious reason why teams of the '70s, '80s and '90s have not stuck with the club, or together: no flag. There is no such thing as a runners-up reunion. The 40-year drought is also blamed for the emphasis on individuals and its unfortunate twin - the absence of genuine selflessness.
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/08/15/1060936060179.html

Great article, and amazing the way the club has turned around over the last decade. For someone my age who only vaguely remembers the pre-Costa/Cook era, it's hard to imagine the club being so impotent and selfish.

 

[Sttew]

This comment rings so true from the article -
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2003/08/15/1060936060179.html:

"Buddha" was encouraged to look elsewhere for coaching opportunities, as the Frank Costa administration sought to transform the cult of individualism that has reigned at Kardinia Park since the flamboyant days of Davis, Billy Goggin, Farmer and Doug Wade, and which continued through the tragi-magical Malcolm Blight years, when Hocking, Bairstow, Gary Ablett, Paul Couch, Billy Brownless and Barry Stoneham put on a show, but could not win the big one."

 

[Hot Tin Roof]

Really enjoyed this "He remembers when" take on GFC, the 2007 Granny, and all things Geelong

http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages
Born to run

From Griffith REVIEW Edition 20: Cities on the Edge
© Copyright Griffith University & the author.
Written by Hamish Townsend

Geelong has its own identities. The condescending call it Struggletown or Sleepy Hollow, the romantic call it Motor City, and the historians refer to it as Pivot City. Some of us used to call it Sphincterville and longed for a place far, far away.

When you grow up in Geelong and like football, you either barrack for Geelong, or anyone but Geelong. My father fell into the latter category. He was a Fitzroy-supporting socialist who'd take his three toddlers to games after three-quarter time when it was free. In the mud of the outer, he'd try to keep control of us while yelling abuse at a team and town he hated. He kept this up until a drunken old man pissed on my sister one afternoon. We moved to the new R.J. Hickey stand at the southern end of the ground until a blue-coated official tried to kick us out. Dad couldn't afford tickets for four seats and thought it reasonable that, in a time before dry zones, a man with three small kids could stand on the concrete causeway; the blue coat disagreed. Dad launched into a class war tirade and we were escorted from the ground and banned for ‘life'.
http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages

 

[El Dubya]

Really enjoyed this "He remembers when" take on GFC, the 2007 Granny, and all things Geelong

http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages
Born to run

From Griffith REVIEW Edition 20: Cities on the Edge
© Copyright Griffith University & the author.
Written by Hamish Townsend

Geelong has its own identities. The condescending call it Struggletown or Sleepy Hollow, the romantic call it Motor City, and the historians refer to it as Pivot City. Some of us used to call it Sphincterville and longed for a place far, far away.

When you grow up in Geelong and like football, you either barrack for Geelong, or anyone but Geelong. My father fell into the latter category. He was a Fitzroy-supporting socialist who'd take his three toddlers to games after three-quarter time when it was free. In the mud of the outer, he'd try to keep control of us while yelling abuse at a team and town he hated. He kept this up until a drunken old man pissed on my sister one afternoon. We moved to the new R.J. Hickey stand at the southern end of the ground until a blue-coated official tried to kick us out. Dad couldn't afford tickets for four seats and thought it reasonable that, in a time before dry zones, a man with three small kids could stand on the concrete causeway; the blue coat disagreed. Dad launched into a class war tirade and we were escorted from the ground and banned for ‘life'.
http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages

Hot Tin Roof you have been on fire with these blasts from the past over the last couple of day. Love the history, keep it up!

 

[you pick one]

Really enjoyed this "He remembers when" take on GFC, the 2007 Granny, and all things Geelong

http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages
Born to run

From Griffith REVIEW Edition 20: Cities on the Edge
© Copyright Griffith University & the author.
Written by Hamish Townsend

Geelong has its own identities. The condescending call it Struggletown or Sleepy Hollow, the romantic call it Motor City, and the historians refer to it as Pivot City. Some of us used to call it Sphincterville and longed for a place far, far away.

When you grow up in Geelong and like football, you either barrack for Geelong, or anyone but Geelong. My father fell into the latter category. He was a Fitzroy-supporting socialist who'd take his three toddlers to games after three-quarter time when it was free. In the mud of the outer, he'd try to keep control of us while yelling abuse at a team and town he hated. He kept this up until a drunken old man pissed on my sister one afternoon. We moved to the new R.J. Hickey stand at the southern end of the ground until a blue-coated official tried to kick us out. Dad couldn't afford tickets for four seats and thought it reasonable that, in a time before dry zones, a man with three small kids could stand on the concrete causeway; the blue coat disagreed. Dad launched into a class war tirade and we were escorted from the ground and banned for ‘life'.
http://griffithreview.com/edition-20-cities-on-the-edge/born-to-run/all-pages

Fred how could you

 

[FredLeDeux]

Fred how could you

Not me, comrade.
But now, if she'd been a Tory.....

 

[Hot Tin Roof]

Not me, comrade.
But now, if she'd been a Tory.....

Oileán Thoraigh?... Begorrah!... Go pee on your own island!

 

[FredLeDeux]

Oileán Thoraigh? Go pee on your own island!

Even on my best days, I couldn't have reached that far.

 

[you pick one]

Even on my best days, I couldn't have reached that far.

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