I LOVE footy.
Footy’s been my life, lately. Every cent I make from cutting wood, I head off, to Melb, to Syd, to Brissie, to speak to Blighty, Luke Power, Leo Barry, Roos for the Oral History of AFL/VFL book. Which is tricky. I have to be back each week for my game in NE Tassie. Well, I don’t but I do!
DAMN, I love footy!
So I wrote a book about it. Aussie Rules. A kids book. And drew/painted it.
So, of course, Betsy gave me crap.
“There are too many words!” he complained, as his little girl read it to him.
“There’s one sentence for each page!” I thundered.
“There ya go, Old Dog!” he laughed. “Too many!”
“What’s with the jumper on the main character?” he sooked.
“It’s an Alvie one, from the Colac and Districts League,” I told him. “Good, proud club.”
“Why didn’t you do our team, or your old mob’s? Doesn’t seem right.”
“Yeah, that hurt. But they and we wear Demon’s colours. I wanted this book to be AFL neutral, about everyone. Local footy. Kids. The love of the game.”
“Zzz! There ya go getting serious on me!” ha laughed again.
Then we went and cut wood.
I wanted to make a book that was simple, like footy is to a kid, fun. That was inclusive, that inspired activity, participation, interaction, for all races, for boys and girls. A book that parents would enjoy. Thinking about all the colour and the kids flying for marks with wings, and playing footy in the mud with cavemen and charging onto the oval like Vikings, and being stoked when their friends do well, really made my day.
Not that I’d tell Besys. He’d just do what any good footy mate would. Give me even more crap.
“Come on, Old Dog! Get your broken down arse into gear,” he interrupted my daydreams. “I gotta get back home and take the boy to training.”
At the moment everything’s footy.
If you want a copy, and it’s not on the shelves, order it in at your local book store, I guess. I really hope you enjoy it. I hope, if you love footy, it will be hard not to.