Last weekend I was off in the wilderness, trying to utilise the fleeting 30 seconds of reception I could get to acquire scores. As a result, I couldn’t report on round 11. However now I am back amongst civilization and delivering to you everything you need to know about round 12. Basically, Behinds! Behinds everywhere! [Read more]
Early Cornes
By his own admission, Graham Cornes found his induction into the Australian Football Hall of Fame slightly awkward. As a player his signature moment was a gasping high mark in the dying moments of the 1973 SANFL grand final. Glenelg was down by five points when he went back for the kick. It was the [Read more]
The View from Shepparton – Round 12
My question this week is, “What is the best or perhaps most appropriate sledge or quick one liner that you have either delivered or personally heard in in matters sporting?”. My own personal entry this week is this; “If an aspect of football had the equivalent of junk bond status the winner would be the NRL [Read more]
The Wrap – Round XII: Where lift imitates football
And what a round it’s been in Footy Eddie. The Eagles saw off a spirited Bluebagger Challenge to return to the Top of The Ladder, and The Feeling Faints fall just short of a famous Victory in The City of Churches. The Tiges had to win in torrid conditions up in Sin City, and The [Read more]
The Footy Gods: Horme
Horme was a difficult god to describe. The scholars describe her onrush in battle. Perhaps the best way to describe her by what she wasn’t: apathetic. Horme was who you wanted next to you when you wanted to have a go. She could be a dangerous companion when you didn’t. Perhaps the girl that you [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary
ROUND TWELVE Is anyone else prepared to admit they’ve fallen in love with Jaimee Rogers? I’m blond. I declare that up front; I’m not embarrassed about laying my cards on the table. Us blonds have become subject to cruel jokes ever since Marilyn Monroe seduced a simpler world. Jaimee has big eyes, a round mouth, and [Read more]
The Patriarch of Footscray
I love Friday’s at the moment. I know, everyone loves Friday, but for me they’ve just become Daddy and Richie days, with mum starting a new job. Last week we went to have a look at Williamstown’s refurbished Point Gellibrand Oval, the day before it was reintroduced to football. I love the Willy footy ground. [Read more]
Football writer
Apologies to Lennon/McCartney (I think it was the latter) Dear Sports Ed, won’t you read my stuff I can make a sentence, so I’m good enough Never really played much footy before Failed first-year law And now I wanna be a football writer Football writer Irony drips from my poison pen I can do cross-promos [Read more]
The Tigers of old…
By Cheryl Critchley HOW’S this for a bunch of Richmond diehards? These dedicated Tigers boast 835 years between them, almost 500 years of membership and 73 premierships in their combined lifetimes. Ranging in age from eight weeks to 86, the feisty group of grannies and a few ring-ins have met monthly for about a [Read more]
The echo chamber
The rooms now empty, echoing again, his players long gone from their latest loss, The coach surveys the scene, once more his men have led, but coughed it up. Still, he’s the boss. He’ll have to take the blame although he knows his midfield’s soft, his forwards will not run Down back his boys won’t [Read more]
Judd is Einstein, not Eisenhower
What’s wrong with the Blues is a question that’s causing a bigger stir than a Master Chef wooden spoon. And while we’re talking the spoon, I want to add another reason why the Blues are heading towards that end of the ladder rather than the heights of round four: Chris Judd as captain. Paul Mitchell
Stroppy Jack
Stroppy Jack. Hark, they call, Stroppy Jack! His body language is no good. He’s surly. He’s arrogant. He has a cocky way. Damn straight. Why can’t he be like Lenny Hayes? Why can’t he be like Dunstall? Why can’t he be like Nick? Why [Read more]
The Wrap (11) – Where lift imitates football
And what a round it’s been in Footy Eddie. The Rattzbaggers made it tough for themselves by going down to Geelong after looking to be in command. The Tiges made it even tougher for themselves by going down to the Dockers. The Bombers made it even tougher again for themselves by kicking 1-11 in half [Read more]
1980 A Personal Footy Almanac – Round 12, Monday 16 June, v Hawthorn, MCG
“For God’s sake, Moncrieff, learn how to kick!” No, this wasn’t the rant of a frustrated Hawthorn fan trapped among the Tiger hordes. This was me, sotto voce, willing Hawthorn to make a game of it. For Richmond fans today, even a small string of wins is regarded as cause for wild celebration. The notion [Read more]
Voulez-vous footy avec moi?
Forty years on, Vin Maskell recalls the dedication of a classmate during French lessons In 1973 we had French before footy. We had masculine and feminine nouns before running around on the Frere Jacques Hamilton Oval. We had singular and plural verbs before scratch matches amongst the boys of Form Three at le college [Read more]
Back to the Big City
So, last week I booked some tickets to the SCG for the Cats v Swans match in a couple of Fridays time. It’s a pretty big game now. One of those famed ‘8 point games’. The Swannies are flying, and my Cats are starting to gather some momentum themselves. A win for either team could [Read more]
What happens when two (or more) clubs merge?
John Harms from ABC Grandstand and footyalmanac.com.au here. I do a segment with Walshy and the boys on ABC SA each Saturday. This week Walshy has set me some homework. He wants to hear stories of club mergers and is especially keen to find out what has happened to The naming of the new club [Read more]
Your most frustrating sporting moment
Tell me dear reader, what is your most frustrating sporting moment? The underarm delivery? Jim Stynes running across the mark against Hawthorn’s Gary Buckenara in the 1987 Preliminary Final? Milne seemingly hanging back near the goal square in the drawn 2010 Grand Final only to see the ball jag the wrong way? For Adelaide Crows [Read more]
Part of the tribe
The experience of being a football supporter is surprisingly unique. You never actually sit down and think it thorough, until you do…and then you end up writing a blog about it. By unique, I am referring to the way you belong to a certain football club. It is a tribal, parochial association that finds you [Read more]











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