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Richmond v Melbourne. Pretty Park, last Sunday.
‘Isn’t it a bit warm for a beanie?’ Said Sources Close To The Melbourne Football Club as we made our way to Pretty park.
He was probably right, but I pulled my Roys beanie on tight, perhaps a little too tight, and made my way on the Number One tram to watch the Demons do business with the Richmond-Coburg Tigers.
It was a seedy business so we detoured past the previous night’s crime scene, The Rising Sun Hotel, and had a quick pot.
After rorting the ticket booth we watched the Melbourne contingent get out of the blocks well, Richmond didn’t get within range for the first ten minutes, but the Dees were inaccurate and the Tige’s dominated the second part of the opening stanza to lead at the first break.
Everyone was bitching about having to play at Pretty Park and having to give their money to the Carlton Footy Club, which is fair enough.
‘We never go well here.’ Said Sources Close To The Melbourne Footy Club.
They’ve buggered it up since it was Fitzroy’s Home Ground. They’ve got this huge stand at the western goal end that looks like it was designed by three drunken architects who couldn’t agree. In fact it could very well have been built upside down.
Bruce Mathieson, the Pokie king and second cousin to Satan, sponsors all the uncomfortable plastic seats - so I found out he was a Carlton supporter. Which is probably why he had Fitzroy’s interests at heart when he was managing the old Albion Charles in Northcote as the Fitzroy Club Hotel.
It’s a poor day when you don’t learn anything.
Took us well into the second quarter before we could track down where to get a beer, and that was beneath the Vic Bitter Stand. Vic is an old Carlton stalwart, being responsible for the success of John Elliott apparently.
The game itself was a scrappy affair, with the Dees being drawn to the contest continually, and the Tigers were able to negate any advantage the Melbourne team may have had in speed by continually spoiling any free movement of the ball.
The Umpiring was pretty abysmal, playing into the idea of it being a stop-start affair.
Campbell tried to look mean and threatening, throwing his weight around etc., but just looked silly. Knights was strong and bold like Tigers of old, but the rest where a shambles and looked more like they come from Liqourland.
The Richmond Choir was in full voice which was re-assuring.
I mentioned to Sources Close To The Melbourne Football Club that the Dees seemed to have a more attractive class of supporter. Maybe this was because we were sitting below the Hells Angels Corporate Box, and they were barracking for Richmond.
We did meet Paul Wheatley’s sister, a charming young thing who had a tremendous range of Collingwood jokes. The child is a credit to her parents.
Apart from Neitz and Farmer, Melbourne were lazy, mediocre, dismal, appalling, tired, disorganised garbage, and the shadows grew from the Col Elliott stand until the Melbourne supporters packed up their thermos’ and headed for the Range Rover.
Richmond were the less crap team.
To think they can do that to Mrs. Daniher!
They aughtta be ashamed.
Next week the Dees will be taking on Hawthorn here, and after the game the entire crowd, players and officials are invited to the Rising Sun Hotel in Lygon Street where the rather interesting and occasionally entertaining Lagermorph will be doing their thang.
Phil Doyle
‘Isn’t it a bit warm for a beanie?’ Said Sources Close To The Melbourne Football Club as we made our way to Pretty park.
He was probably right, but I pulled my Roys beanie on tight, perhaps a little too tight, and made my way on the Number One tram to watch the Demons do business with the Richmond-Coburg Tigers.
It was a seedy business so we detoured past the previous night’s crime scene, The Rising Sun Hotel, and had a quick pot.
After rorting the ticket booth we watched the Melbourne contingent get out of the blocks well, Richmond didn’t get within range for the first ten minutes, but the Dees were inaccurate and the Tige’s dominated the second part of the opening stanza to lead at the first break.
Everyone was bitching about having to play at Pretty Park and having to give their money to the Carlton Footy Club, which is fair enough.
‘We never go well here.’ Said Sources Close To The Melbourne Footy Club.
They’ve buggered it up since it was Fitzroy’s Home Ground. They’ve got this huge stand at the western goal end that looks like it was designed by three drunken architects who couldn’t agree. In fact it could very well have been built upside down.
Bruce Mathieson, the Pokie king and second cousin to Satan, sponsors all the uncomfortable plastic seats - so I found out he was a Carlton supporter. Which is probably why he had Fitzroy’s interests at heart when he was managing the old Albion Charles in Northcote as the Fitzroy Club Hotel.
It’s a poor day when you don’t learn anything.
Took us well into the second quarter before we could track down where to get a beer, and that was beneath the Vic Bitter Stand. Vic is an old Carlton stalwart, being responsible for the success of John Elliott apparently.
The game itself was a scrappy affair, with the Dees being drawn to the contest continually, and the Tigers were able to negate any advantage the Melbourne team may have had in speed by continually spoiling any free movement of the ball.
The Umpiring was pretty abysmal, playing into the idea of it being a stop-start affair.
Campbell tried to look mean and threatening, throwing his weight around etc., but just looked silly. Knights was strong and bold like Tigers of old, but the rest where a shambles and looked more like they come from Liqourland.
The Richmond Choir was in full voice which was re-assuring.
I mentioned to Sources Close To The Melbourne Football Club that the Dees seemed to have a more attractive class of supporter. Maybe this was because we were sitting below the Hells Angels Corporate Box, and they were barracking for Richmond.
We did meet Paul Wheatley’s sister, a charming young thing who had a tremendous range of Collingwood jokes. The child is a credit to her parents.
Apart from Neitz and Farmer, Melbourne were lazy, mediocre, dismal, appalling, tired, disorganised garbage, and the shadows grew from the Col Elliott stand until the Melbourne supporters packed up their thermos’ and headed for the Range Rover.
Richmond were the less crap team.
To think they can do that to Mrs. Daniher!
They aughtta be ashamed.
Next week the Dees will be taking on Hawthorn here, and after the game the entire crowd, players and officials are invited to the Rising Sun Hotel in Lygon Street where the rather interesting and occasionally entertaining Lagermorph will be doing their thang.
Phil Doyle
