Seventh heaven, my bootlace. Writing match reports is a terrible business

By Andrew Stafford A few days after the Brisbane v Collingwood clash at the Gabba, I received an email from a fellow Pies tragic. “You must have been in seventh heaven!” she gushed. Several other friends, not all of them Magpie fans, made similar comments. My job is a source of some envy. I am [Read more]

Round 4 haiku: reeling them in

distant thunder Rocca lugs his thighs to the square * * rain soaked shoes while they dry abusing the umps! * * half moon our defence also sliced in half * * between scudding clouds the moon and Pendlebury * * half-time cigarette a long sigh joins the leaden sky * * after heavy rain [Read more]

Magic Medhurst beats flood by surfing it

Aqueous – a. Of water; containing water; produced by water. A wet mixture. Watery place, Brisbane. Where rain is rain. Soaking everything it hits. Even the things it doesn’t. Like today. Like my socks. Wet through. Often it doesn’t rain in Brisbane, of course. Clear, hot, dry days. These days are the wettest. On these [Read more]

Vintage Cheese: a tribute to Shane O’Bree.

First half:  Cheesed off. A strange thing happened between Collingwood and Brisbane in the nineties and the noughties—it was the AFL’s equivalent of Sliding Doors or Trading Places. While one group of players and staff became the victors (Leigh Matthews, Gubby Allan, Mal Michael), the others became the vanquished (Jarrod Molloy, Nathan Buckley). Another to [Read more]