News Indoctrination To A New Level - Share your Tale/Photo

[sij1981]

Hi All Freo Fanatics,

Would like to share the most joyous occasion in a dads life, the birth of young Aadi just born 2 hours ago and now already indoctrinated to be the future of Freo Fans. As they say get them young and doesnt get any younger than 2-3 hours.

Why dont we all share our tales of freo fanatism and photos also.

With the height of 211 at 51cm and wieght and Agility of Pav including flexibility of Nat and of course the muscley body of Pearce, here comes onto the field Aadi. Already ready to take a mark with an open fist at birth.


Anyone know the clubs competition of photos takien at unique pots wanna e-mail to club for that

 

[WAnchor]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

 

[Dockernut]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

Tragedy.

 

[Wizard]

My son is now 3 months old and if your looking for your next Sandi be could well be the boy.

He was a Dockers member after about 4-5 days so already on board.

At 3 months he is now 65cm and 7.7kg, so is god damn huge. His height is on the 97th percentile and weight is off the charts.
Future ruckman in the making.

 

[gaskin]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

This is when you should have done something like the following story. For those who aren't aware of soccer rivalries, Liverpool v Everton are like us and Eagles except with a bit more hatred.

The year was 1987, the month September. The bluenoses had been crowned champions in May. Wooly & Mrs Wooly were living in the sleepy hamlet of Woolton Village. Little Wooly (Billy) was about to start his second year at school. After a hard days slog in the office (BICC) and a couple of quick slurps in the local on the way home, I arrived home to be greeted by "You better have a word with that son of yours".

This was not a rare greeting as Mrs Wooly often used the phrase "Wait till yer Dad gets home".

Me lad had obviously been crying, his face all red and his eyes all puffed out. I took the
lad in the kitchen cos it was obviously going to be a man's conversation.

"Whats up lad?" I asked.

"I've been thinking" offered the wee lad.

"Well that's a good start" I came back.

"All me mates in school" a long pause followed "Are .... are .... erm".

"Are what Lad, spit it out".

"Well .... they're Evertonians".

My heart missed a beat or two, what on earth was happening here, "YES?"

"Well I've been thinking ..... perhaps I could be an Evertonian"

My heart stopped, I couldn't believe my ears.

In the space of about three seconds, I thought, How am I gonna explain this to me old fellah? What will me mates say in work when they find out? What have I spawned? Can this be the Antichrist hiding in my son? What are they teaching him in this school ?

"WHAT?!!!" was all I could manage.

"Erm .... I ..... was .... thinking .... I .... could .... be .... an"

I stiffened. "Dont you dare use that word again in this house."

Little Wooly began to shake, but he stuck to his guns. It was my turn to stutter "But .... but .... well don't expect any more pocket money from me" was the best I could come up with.

I could see the lad was determined and nothing I could say would ever change his mind at this moment in time. So I sat on the couch with my head in my hands, Mrs Wooly made herself busy in the kitchen, my little girl sat next to me patting me on the knee, "Its ok Dad" she said.

The bottom was falling out of me world and all I could do was sit there mumbling back to her "You don't understand love".

The only thing for me to do was to take the dog for a walk (usual thing when losing composure). Walking 50 yards up the road I came to a pub; that was far enough, the dog was looking knackered. Sitting in a quiet corner sipping a pint of mild was always my way of sorting out problems and after a short while it came to me!

When I got back home Mrs Wooly was putting the tea on the table. The dog went back to the yard after its lengthy walk, half a bitter and a pack of crisps, while we ate our tea. I finished my tea first and left the table. I went up stairs into the lad's room and picked up his quilt and pillow and returned to the kitchen.

"Have you finished yer tea Lad?"

"Yes Dad."

"Right are you ready then?"

"What for?" he said.

"Well I've been doing a spot of thinking meself and if you're as determined as you seem to be to become ONE OF THEM, then there's only one thing for it. I opened the back door and whistled the dog, "Sam get in 'ere."

The lad looked at me with confused eyes. As Sam ran past me and into his favourite spot in the living room I walked the lad out into the back yard.

"There you go Son, your new Home" said I pointing at the 3 foot x 3 foot x 4 foot kennel and without a word in he went.

I went back into the kitchen, the face on the wife was tantamount to murder and I must admit I felt sick inside. I told her he would knock on the door any minute now and things would be fine. A determined little beggar was young Wooly and after an hour there was still no knock.

My missus was on the verge of going ape. She said, "Let him in love". I looked toward the back door. It was hammering down with rain and as I peeped through kitchen nets. I could see him, he was like a drowned rat. My admiration for the lad had tripled, Evertonian or not he was a determined and very proud lad.

I had to give up, I couldn't let this go on much longer ... and then I heard a little knock. I rushed to the back door and looked through the glass, he was absolutely soaked. Pan-faced as ever I said "Yes Son?"

"Can I come in?" he said. If he could read my mind he would have known HE'D WON.

He stood inside the back door and continued, with a nervous giggle, "It's not the best idea I've ever had, is it"? The tears ran down my face, how heartless could a Father be? Fancy doing that to a boy of SIX - I was ashamed of what I'd done.

We walked together to the bathroom and I ran him a hot bath. He was sitting on the loo lid and I told him about the history of Liverpool Football Club while the bath was running, and I explained that although Everton had won the league, it would be a long time before they ever won it again.

I told him about the virtues of picking a team and sticking with them, as against becoming a turncoat. He just nodded as I spoke. Mrs Wooly stood behind him ruffling his wringing wet hair and giving me daggers at the same time.

After Billy had gone to bed that night I rang my boss and asked him for an emergency holiday, after all this was an EMERGENCY of the highest order. The following day, the little Liverpudlian toddled off to school with a whole new perspective about what it was to be a Red man. Wooly also toddled off to B&Q.

Working like a slave, by the time 3.00pm arrived the project "RED ROOM" was complete. In this short space of time I had painted all his walls and his door with white gloss, all the frames and skirting with red gloss. I had bought a new Liverpool FC quilt cover and pillow. A Liverpool lamp. A Red radio-cassette player (with a Liverpool tape of Kop songs). I had hung all me old European Liverpool flags and Liverpool scarves on the walls. His ceiling was covered with an old banner which had been stapled to the Plaster (not recommended) saying ONCE A RED, ALWAYS A RED, ROME 1977.

A lot of money was spent that day but the look on his face when he got home was well worth every penny spent.

Young Billy is now a 23 year old 6' 3" giant of a man, and has repeatedly thanked his Dad for showing him the light. The story is told as often by him as it is by me and we always laugh together, but I always wonder if he knows how close I came to giving in, and how close he came to living the rest of his life as a BLUENOSE.

© Wooltonian 2004

http://www.redandwhitekop.com/forum/index.php?topic=34550.0

 

[WAnchor]

This is when you should have done something like the following story. For those who aren't aware of soccer rivalries, Liverpool v Everton are like us and Eagles except with a bit more hatred.

Gold!

 

[willoblue]

Big congrats Sij.
My own son was born 13 years ago today & he is Freo through & through.
He is also a pretty handy player in the mould of Corey Enright who moves like Pendlebury, but will probably be a bit taller & more solid.
It was easy with Junior, he just never had another option.

 

[Wizard]

It was easy with Junior, he just never had another option.

This is what i figure as well, my boy wont know any difference by the time hes old enough to make a choice.
He will wear Freo gear his whole life and grow up watching is week in week out.

 

[gaskin]

This is what i figure as well, my boy wont know any difference by the time hes old enough to make a choice.
He will wear Freo gear his whole life and grow up watching is week in week out.

I hope you made him sit through the whole of the Geelong game and said, "Son, we used to be like this every week once upon a time. Appreciate how good we are and how good our coach is while being thankful you don't have to sit through this shit every week like I had to."

 

[Wizard]

I hope you made him sit through the whole of the Geelong game and said, "Son, we used to be like this every week once upon a time. Appreciate how good we are and how good our coach is while being thankful you don't have to sit through this shit every week like I had to."

Probably a bit young to appreciate it, but the lessons will come rest assured.

 

[PapaJ]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

LOL. I've heard the same line from my 1st born as well. These days she looks like she's going to go purple and spins it around.

Similar story too, she was leaning nicely to following in her Dad's footpath and happily supporting the Dockers, then she started school and her favourite teacher (and a good one I should point out) is a mad Eagles fan and not shy about it. For example, when 'N' was the letter of the weak, on the display desk was a 30cm cut out picture or NicNat. Started hearing the chant and really was getting worried. I never panicked though, just let things slide and bided my time.

But one thing that has worked wonders over these years is that the Dockers are winning. That makes all the difference to a 6 year olds psyche. The short version is that she doesn't really care either way to be honest, but when the footy is on, she always asks and hopes the Dockers win. When we're playing kick-to-kick in the back yard, out comes the chant from both my kids "Dockers win, Eagles in the bin". So over the last year, whether by good design or just dumb luck, it looks like she's becoming a Fremantle fan. A premiership about now would clinch the deal I think.

 

[StingRoll]

Great work guys!
I am currently brainwashi... I mean inducting my first son who is about 15 months old into all thing Freo.
He has plenty of Freo clothing and his membership certificate is framed and has pride of place on his bedroom wall. It is now customary that he sits on my lap to watch the Freo game every week.

I am confident that all my hard work now will pay off with a happy young man who is a fanatical Dockers supporter.

 

[UFO Tatsu]

congrats mate !!!

 

[UFO Tatsu]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

learn from past mistakes ... home school the youngest

 

[PapaJ]

learn from past mistakes ... home school the youngest

Doesn't always work. While back, the kids were sitting down with me watching a quarter of footy, after trying to explain the teams and who I support, who my sister goes for (Siants) and brother-in-law (goes for Nth) while watching Essendon and Collingwood play. I think it was all a bit too much for them. Couple of months later and they still think there's a team called Essenwood.

Still, at least they call themselves Freo supporters, at least at this stage.

 

[Scatter]

Congrats. My oldest two I tried to convince, but they have no love for footy so couldn't care less about teams. At 15 & 13 they've got other things to do and rarely watch the footy with me.
My youngest I'm still working on, have almost convinced her that Harry from One Direction plays for the Dockers (Lachie), and that is swaying her.

 

[purplepassion82]

Awwww congrats on new Aadi - so perfect! My daughter (profile pic) is now 3 years old, and loves the Dockers (had no choice but to!). If anyone even mentions the Eagles (including Eagle loving father and grandfather), she shakes her head, pulls a face and says "ewwwww yucky eagles..."!! Winner winner chicken dinner! I still cant get her to call it football yet, so its "Fatball" in our house.

 

[more_of_bito]

Congrats mate, it's a proud feeling to have the boy already a member sine he was a few weeks old. He's now two and sleeps with that little bear in purple chevrons aka "Ted" every night since he got it. The purple army is marching and we're multiplying!

 

[jedi mind tricks]

Congrats mate well done.

 

[sij1981]

Congrats, Sij. I hope young Aadi's obvious footballing skills continue to flourish.

Living in WA: A Tragedy
I thought I'd done a great job of indoctrinating my eldest. I purchased her numerous pairs of Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. I even managed to orchestrate that purple was her favourite colour. I took her to her first game and thought that the Michael Barlow badge I bought her would have clinched the deal. Once we got into the grounds, the game itself paled in insignificance and the bag of salt and vinegar chips, a muesli bar, a banana, crackers, a piece of chewed gum and an empty plastic cup became the more interesting proposition. I should have known that times were a-changin.

The next year, she started school. That's when my insular indoctrination was challenged by the masses and the protective purple bubble which once encapsulated my angel burst. That's when she'd watch a game on the weekend and say, just to prompt my reaction, "Dad, I hope the [choose the non-purple colour] wins". Even worse, that's when the dreaded chant started: "Eagles win, Dockers in the bin".

Wish me luck with the youngest: she is the owner of numerous pairs of secondhand Dockers pjs, a singlet and a shirt. Her favourite colour is purple and I reckon she'd like a Michael Barlow badge...

Cheers for the experience sharing, I will make sure his first match is a dockers match and not a derby right now the dockers theme song is playing in his cot when sleeping so in his rem sleep cycle his eyes flutter to the song

Will not expose him to wce and one man called nic nat, hehehe... Also re the school thing by kindly time he Weill know eagle pooh dockers juu African for top

 

[sij1981]

Great work guys!
I am currently brainwashi... I mean inducting my first son who is about 15 months old into all thing Freo.
He has plenty of Freo clothing and his membership certificate is framed and has pride of place on his bedroom wall. It is now customary that he sits on my lap to watch the Freo game every week.

I am confident that all my hard work now will pay off with a happy young man who is a fanatical Dockers supporter.

On ya mate like the game time bit

 

[sij1981]

Awwww congrats on new Aadi - so perfect! My daughter (profile pic) is now 3 years old, and loves the Dockers (had no choice but to!). If anyone even mentions the Eagles (including Eagle loving father and grandfather), she shakes her head, pulls a face and says "ewwwww yucky eagles..."!! Winner winner chicken dinner! I still cant get her to call it football yet, so its "Fatball" in our house.

Love the chicken dinner lol,

 

[sij1981]

Congrats mate, it's a proud feeling to have the boy already a member sine he was a few weeks old. He's now two and sleeps with that little bear in purple chevrons aka "Ted" every night since he got it. The purple army is marching and we're multiplying!

We have to multiply and increase our numbers I want a time when our membership and followers are more than eagles , pies or crows

 

[sij1981]

This is when you should have done something like the following story. For those who aren't aware of soccer rivalries, Liverpool v Everton are like us and Eagles except with a bit more hatred.

Hopefully never gets to this

 

[chinggis77]

The benchmark was set pretty high some years ago guys and gals: