Being here only a couple of years with very few Freo supporters around, it is surreal to see photos of Fed square and the walk to the G so packed with purple.
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I will never ever watch anything about the game itself. There is nothing to learn from it, maybe there is .
It was the fastest 3 hours of my life. I remember being in a bit of a daze during the game, as we left cries of '* off back to Perth!' from the piss and poo ferals who had set up little drinking circles outside the ground. It didnt effect me though, and they werent to know, I was already gone .Yeah I have never watched any part of the game again.
Same, not one bit of footage. Can't bear it.Yeah I have never watched any part of the game again.
I was near that too.Brereton on a bike riding to the G. Heckled, giving back as good as he got. He didn't expect the purple army to be so huge and he seemed pretty impressed, that helped to change our media image from "harmless" to "mostly harmless" methinks.
How was the GB that night? For a little while me and a close mate abused the weekday happy hours there: 3-6 it was $8 pints of anything. Being students and piss aficionados it would always end one way: nothing but nice IPAs for two hours, playing pool, solving the world's troubles...won't post any of the messy aftermath at the Great Britain in Richmond. nobody needs to see those...
the GB was a good antidote for the game & the result. there were about a half dozen of us all drowning our sorrows in an inviting location. my first drink when I arrived was a shot of something medicinal, and it was pints from there. but yeah it's no longer there, which is becoming an all-too familiar story unfortunatelyHow was the GB that night? For a little while me and a close mate abused the weekday happy hours there: 3-6 it was $8 pints of anything. Being students and piss aficionados it would always end one way: nothing but nice IPAs for two hours, playing pool, solving the world's troubles...
Me and my girlfriend tried going there a few months ago to have a pint on a Monday arvo and I was not so surprised to see cranes pulling it apart. Apartments o course.
I remember the night after the Grand Final. A lot of my mates back then supported Hawthorn. I always liked the Hawks. None of them came to the city and instead I was by myself. I'd met a girl earlier that year and I talked her into coming out. We sat on some bar on Smith Street and all I remember is she drank this pink cider. Pink cider!? What a time to be alive. Guess it was. Never saw her again.