Grew up in West Footscray during my formative primary school years. Just down the road from where Albert 'A Fortunate Life' Facey was born. Met Dougie Hawkins when he visited my school. He was at the peak of his powers was Doug, and really had no time for us kids. Bit arrogant, up himself, aloof.
Dad was a half-arsed slicer/boner at the Smorgons meat works, and got kicked out of the Royal on Gordon St, Charlie Sutton's old Royal pub on Essex Street, and The Royal Courthouse Pub in the Nicholson St mall. Not sure they were all called Royal, but the point is you didn't have to go too far to find a pub in good ol Footascray.
He was the number 1 hustler at The Royal on Barkly St, and claims he was under the protection of the Croatians that were a permanent fixture.
He also got the arse from Hearts, where the road dips under the railway line on Victoria St. The Vietnamese had set up a pool hall on the corner there. Only problem was the bloody tables had no holes in 'em. Not sure how you play billiards like that.
I said just drink at The Plough ya spanner! He reckoned there were far too many aussies in there. I asked dad what he was going to do now he didn't have a local Balkan infested watering hole within walking distance. Like any good wog dad he blamed his behaviour on others, and declared the suburb of Footscray a decaying s**t hole unworthy of his residence.
His response was decisive and to the point "We moof to yarraville ****en." Luckily, me english has become gooder since we buggered orf from Footscray.
wow, you must be old enough to remember Richmonds last premiership.
Kudos to you, old dude!