I think I'm in trouble.

[Mobbs]

Anyone good a good story to relate about run-ins with the boys in black, or the boys in blue, at the matches?

I remember once at the Western Oval, with the Mob, they were being particular unruly, with a few elements of the group letting their language go, while I was running up and down the back of them, trying to keep the attention onto the barracking.

The b.i.b arrived, and, not knowing who the culprits were, noted me seeming to be sort of 'officiating', and accosting me with their advice to tone it down. Of course, I wasn't sure who was letting the language fly, and told them so. You could see they were itching to have something on me, I'd had a few beers and was probably 'getting there'.

But I maintained a civil head, and they soon enough walked away empty handed.

Which is disappointing in a way. They were very much put out that they couldn't nab me, but apparently they had nothing on me. If they'd looked at the beer IN MY HAND, which I was drinking from while TALKING TO THEM, they may have noticed that the tinny was RED, in fact a MELBOURNE BITTER can.

Maybe if they'd had a think about it, just tried that little bit harder, they might have remembered that MB is not sold at the matches.

Oh well, I gave 'em as much help as I could!

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Hallowed be thy Roy

 

[Easy-E]

Well its not at the footy but it is a run in with the b.i.b
We were at the Old England/ Old Australia game at the Gabba in 1987 just enjoying ourselves sitting on the Hill, as the Gabba then had the best layout of any sporting arena in Australia at that time. There was still a Hill, then something you don’t see very much at a major cricket ground, a geyhound racing track. Then a small white picket fence then the rope and swathes of grass. It was very easy to get onto the ground.
By the time the Aussies went out to field we were all a little pissed. The hill crowd were having their own game with a cardboard cut-out AB batting at the nonstrikers end and about 100 fielders ready for a catch. The game was unfortunately between us and the bar , so what with playing a few quick overs, then lining up at the bar, it became a strenuous afternoon .
That’s when it started.
The bar had a small grandstand on top of it with a commanding view of the game and perched atop it were some rather unruly characters who had decieded to heckle anyone in view, ie everyone. A few people had had enough of the rather salty language and told them”to shut the **** up”. Well that brought a barrage of empty tinnies down and so we started throwing them back. One thing led to another and then the fruit was introduced. I don’t know where the watermelon came from but I saw it come flying down , so I ducked. The woman behind me didn’t . It hit her squarely in the back of her head and it just exploded.(the watermelon not her head)Her husband didn’t know what the **** had happened, neither did she. Absolutely covered in it. He ran off to get the cops as the bloke who threw it was being congratulated by his comrades. My mate took rather a dim view of the woman being hit and happening to find an orange in his hand , took careful aim and with the best throw I have ever seen, a beautiful curling baseball type pitch, hit the guy extremely firmly right on his left ear.
He did know what had happened, jumped the fence landing in the middle of the game with the AB cutout , crash tackled my mate and that’s when the all-in-brawl started. Tinnes ,oranges, apples, chickens, bottles , eskys , fists- all flying,;cops everywhere dragging people out of it . Would have been 50-60 people involved.
Luckily the husband pointed the finger at the watermelon thrower, not any of us, so the cops dragged him away protesting his innocence.
All in all a highly enjoyable day at the cricket.

 

[Olmy]

Hahahah! That's a ripper Evan!

 

[Olmy]

Couple of years ago now, went up to Marysville with a couple of mates.

GF night, we'd had a few, and went running around outside in boxer shorts (and very little else). Never mind the cold, never mind the lack of suitable retaining gear - we all decided to go for a leisurely run down the main strip, giving a bit to the local establishments along the way.

A couple of classy restaurants, and a few pubs later, we rounded a bend, passing the local constabulary, when someone let a few choice words rip. Before we knew it, lights went on everywhere, and out come the troopers, one, two, three.

Into the 4WD they hopped, and off we scurried into the nearest surrounding hidey-holes. Unfortunately, after a couple of Ondruska's, my choice in hiding spot wasn't that great. As it happened, I dived under the sergeants Holden Commodore.

I events, I was hauled out, wearing just the boxer shorts, with the locals, all having seemingly exhaled themselves from the restaurants and pubs that we'd passed earlier, all hooting and jeering as if in response to an opposition goal at the footy.

Needless to say, nothing more serious than a sstern talking to actually eventuated!