AFLW Round 1 – Carlton v Collingwood: A league of their own
A game of football was played last night that changed the game forever, a game of football for the purists, a game that captivated a nation.
It took 44 young, brave women, the dreams they shared, and 25 000 agape and amazed fans to take football into a whole new stratosphere.
“Come,” they said. “See what we create.”
And create they did.
I watched Carlton’s Brianna Davey and Nat Exon wade furiously into the contest, belted from pillar to post, tackled and slung about, only to emerge with the Sherrin in hand and a gleam in the eye. I watched Darcy Vescio, a graphic designer for her Blues, shine, grabbing the footy and twisting brilliantly away, contorting and twirling about her hapless opponents, slotting one, two, three, four brilliant goals. I watched as Bianca Jakobsson, a tower of navy, snatched mark after mark after mark in the last term, a colossus, swatting aside those Magpie underlings that dared enter her airspace.
I found comparisons for these brilliant young woman in the men’s league, and realised that wouldn’t be right. The cry will not be “Cyyyril!” or “Edddddie!”, it will be a delighted exclamation of “Veeeeeeeesss-cio!!” from the terraces.
A league of their own.
Mo Hope was held goalless as the Blues swarmed like a famished pack of hyenas upon a unknowing pocket of impala. Brianna Davey’s unquenchable hunger at the coalface, ably aided by captain Lauren Arnell, Nat Exon and Lauren Brazalle, cleared Collingwood’s midfielders with frightening efficiency. A wall of navy blue amassed across the back flanks, allowing Hope and her brethren no breathing space.
It was a clinical performance. Masterful.
Collingwood’s Sarah D’Arcy worked hard all night, throwing as many punches she could at the inescapable Carlton clutches, while Celia McIntosh, Amelia Barden and Australian cricketer Jess Cameron battled hard.
They kicked one first quarter goal, the Pies, and were allowed simply nothing else from then on. A bench of six was reduced to two as Collingwood crumbled under a ferocious onslaught of navy blue and white. Players were flung each and every way from the contest, hurled bodily into Princes Park’s turf.
They rose again, and again, diving selflessly into congestion.
I found myself clapping and smiling and shaking my head as the final siren sounded, grinning like a maniac, joyful. My mother rose, bade me goodnight, and tottered to bed as happy as I’ve seen her after a game of football. In winter, this game would end with an emotion explosion, having fluctuated wildly all night long, to end in victorious chorus or in gut-wrenching defeat. She’d spent the night as enthusiastic as I’d ever seen her, and had booted our battered old pigskin about in the backyard, a mischievous gleam in her eye.
“There needs to be an old woman football league,” she says, booting the Sherrin away.
As for barrcking, well I did not barrack for Collingwood nor the Blues.
I barracked, wholeheartedly, for the game laid out under my eyes.
And as I awaited the Sherrin outside, in the gathering twilight, an arm slung around my brother’s chest and eyes focused upon the pigskin, I thought not of my yellow & black heroes, nor of Marcus Bontempelli or Lance Franklin.
I imagined myself as Darcy Vescio. And I flew for that ball.
Go girls. Go footy.
CARLTON 3.0 4.1 6.1 7.4 (46)
COLLINGWOOD 1.2 1.4 1.5 1.5 (11)
Carlton: Vescio 4, Arnell, Davey, Jakobsson
Carlton: Davey, Vescio, Arnell, Jakobsson, Exon.
Collingwood: D’Arcy, Barden, Cameron, McIntosh.
Lauren Arnell (Carlton) 1, Darcy Vescio (Carlton) 2, Brianna Davey (Carlton) 3.