seconds ticking

  august night hot puffs of breath enter the stadium     the moon witness to all the mistakes under the sun     night chill Reid rises from the mist   bare trees all authority gone from our game     Saints hit the front the stadium changes tune     long bomb the rush [Read more]

light and shade

sunset a few purple patches kill off the game evening sky no great signs only flashes playing the bottom team the caller questions a lack of urgency twilight game the zig-zag path to goal empty seats Cloke marks alone and unattended fading light Wood losing what little he had twilight the light and shade of [Read more]

Floreat Pica Society – Round 18 v GWS – Pies Poetry in (slow) Motion

Floreat Pica Society – Round 18 v GWS – Pies Poetry in (slow) Motion Twas the Pies’ first venture to a Stadium called Skoda For a game, the result of which, should be a soda The spirit has been shaken with recent losses, and the saga of Cloke But any thought of an upset loss [Read more]

Worthy slaughter?

  I recently heard the 1970s hit All by myself  by Eric Carmen, no relation to Fabulous Phil (Eric couldn’t even spell his surname the same way as the great man), for the first time in many years. It’s a self-pitying lament, with some of the verses starting with the words When I was young, [Read more]

haiku bob: more than daylight

hawks glide casting shadows across the ‘G   bright winter sun – more than daylight between the two teams   static forward line winter stillness   ice cold hands even in the sunshine – the slumping star   for a moment nothing but Rioli   heavy defeat looms my life too lacks direction   packed [Read more]

Floreat Pica: No Hawkers please

By Andrea McNamara My match preparation was a visit to Victoria Park, to see if Didak showed up for his latest attempt to return to the senior team. He did, and looked OK, but the real story was that I left when the score was 26 to 106 and there was still a quarter to [Read more]

already gone

cat wakes up magpies already gone   night mist – the tagger looks around for his man   rain and fog – still no sign of Cloke pouring rain a long stream of handballs rain squalls – players chase the ball to and fro Swan streams forward rain begins to clear 8 goal quarter – [Read more]

Floreat Pica: Cats v Pies

For most Collingwood supporters Round 16 began, not with our match against Geelong, but with North’s shellacking of Carlton the night before. Every member of the Floreat Pica Society who emailed on Friday night, Saturday or Sunday referred to it with joy. Pam referred to it in her Danny Roach votes. Two Pie supporting mates [Read more]

changing pitch

  four beers in things a little ragged down back and up forward     winter frost yawning cracks in the back half     Beams unsighted the moon hiding in the clouds     needing a goal from anywhere Thomas from nowhere     back in it the crowd’s noise changes pitch   wellinghamagro   [Read more]

Floreat Pica – Collingwood v Carlton

I have waited until the weekend has nearly passed before writing this report. A number of factors have contributed; primary is that Collingwood lost to Carlton. The motivation to actively review the game and then write about it is significantly reduced by the disappointment with the result. I am pretty sure I am not the [Read more]

1984

(or These here are crazy times Pt II) Like most knackers I’m loving Sam Steele’s time warp. It may have been at my mob’s expense, yet I envy Stainless’ uncanny recollections of Richmond’s path to glory, the characters, and the suburban fortresses of the day.  All I can remember of 1980 is the shattering Grand Final humiliation [Read more]

the rainbow’s arch

    how to stay warm – the game opens with more tackles than kicks   break in the clouds play gets switched to the sunny side   burst of sunshine a tangle of shadows around the ball   changing conditions the ruckman does the roving   icy wind and rain an Irishman prepares to [Read more]

Us against the Dockers

By Andrea Macnamara Friday night, match preparation for Saturday: comfort food, a bottle of red and Hawks vs Blues on the telly. Whichever way the game falls, I can’t be disappointed. If the Hawks get beaten then they’re not as good as we fear they are. And if the Blues get beaten, say no more. [Read more]

Handling the Giants

By Tony Scully   Pies V Wedgies MCG Sat 23rd June 2012   At the Risk of not keeping the lid on it,this game had all the portents of being two of the three most likely combatants in October.   That having been said my pre-game thoughts went to:   1/ Will our backline be [Read more]

A little more

deep in the last term – when little more can be done we do a little more   my heart beats – the ball falls from his arms   Elliot’s heroics – a reminder I’m not a child   sky bereft of blue how difficult some goals are   overcast Beams making something out of [Read more]

Haiku Bob: football the ocean

  pile of leaves – the coach’s plans all coming together   crisp afternoon – the click of our midfield   football the ocean Swan swims in   rustle of leaves – the defender hears footsteps   sunlight spills through the clouds – Blair crumbs   broken sunlight – Swan half in half out of [Read more]

Pies prevail on the Queen’s birthday

By Paul O’Connell It’s a Public Holiday, usually cold, and we usually win. So it is great that the “usuallys” prevailed on the day. We continue to field several inexperienced players (who continue to stand up) due to our injury list. Sadly Dids was added to the injury list with his attempt on goal very [Read more]

out of sight

edge of the city the sound of a goal   late start an early rush of goals   twilight game how soon the forwards put us out of sight   broken clouds in the space between Beams   full moon Didak still going round defenders   swirling leaves suddenly Ablett somewhere else   kicking yips [Read more]

AFL Round 10 – Collingwood v Gold Coast – Floreat Pica Society

By PAM LOWTHER Well off to the twilight game, seems strange to be heading off to the footy at such a time on a sunday arvo, but am neverless very hopeful of a good percentage booster for our team. Having a day out with some girls from work and had to stop at the Hilton [Read more]

Haiku Bob: From the outer

autumn remains – a few minutes left of the low scoring game   away game the ball not going to the right spots   one goal down in the rain sinking lower into the sofa   scores level vapor rises from the outer   branches snap off another knee   thin rain hopes of winning [Read more]