The View From Shepparton Round 9

  by Peter Schumacher Have to hand it to the Pies. Getting themselves out of gaol was a brilliant achievement, a side doesn’t often give itself a 23 points handicap in a last quarter and then run all over the opposition with 11 goals in 20 minutes. How often have the Crows let Collingwood escape [Read more]

My favourite drop-kick: part 8

  by Vin Maskell The Australian Rules Drop-Kick Appreciation Society is delighted to announce that poet, mathematician and Fitzroy fan Tom Petsinis has been inducted into the society’s Hall of Fame (Literature). Petsinis’ 2006 book Four Quarters includes the 12 verse, 48 line poem Drop Kick. It is a lovely ode to the lost art, [Read more]

Bateman’s chance

I really liked the Richmond Indigenous Round specially-themed footy jumper. The design on the yellow sash was by local Indigenous artist Jirra Lulla Harvey, a Yorta Yorta/Wiradjuri woman. In an interview on Richmond’s website, Harvey said her design encapsulates iconic Victorian landmarks, mixed with Indigenous football themes. “The river is representative of the Murray, which [Read more]

Round nine wrap

In the end, Jonathan Brown was enough for Brisbane to regroup and craft its first victory for the year against North Melbourne. Matty Primus should take note and think again about old men. Port didn’t name Chad Cornes and dropped Brett Ebert on match day “for tactical reasons”. The team had too many forwards, he [Read more]

A history of football

A football career is a life. It is it’s own world, it has its own language, which you learn. It tests every emotion, builds character and breaks the weak. It has a birth, adolesence, maturity and, if done right, if seen through, a decline. In this decline you desperately try to pass your strength and [Read more]

Almanac Rugby League – Granny’s five cents goes a long way (a late sixties boyhood in Sydney)

Sausage roll five cents, (sauce one cent extra); musk sticks, cobbers, freckles, milk bottles, musk sticks, bananas – cent each; bertie beetle, choo-choo-bar, both five cents. Shiny packet on top of the glass-topped bench: same as a snag roll (minus sauce); forget bertie, forget the black mouthed bar; bargain! Give over the echidna; Mrs Mineo [Read more]

Is North Relevant?

It’s the theme of the season. Of the last few seasons. The theme throughout North Melbourne’s history: is North Melbourne relevant? Will North Melbourne survive?

What Makes a Footballer?

I can marvel at Judd. But barrack for Goodes. Voss was a Champion. Pike was a legend. Campbell Brown can be a goose. That’s why we love and hate him.

Striking the Right Balance

I understand that 2011 is “The Year of Chemistry” according to the United Nations. The UN is the body that seems to take it upon itself to label each year as if such a label might give the following 365 days some direction. I wonder when the “Year of Accountants” gets a run? I like [Read more]

Saints deja-boo 1999

Sunday morning. Grey. It’s summer in London. A hostel-quality fry-up at the Hampstead Heath YHA sits comfortably in my belly. It’s about to hit checkout time, and the hallways are thick with typical backpacker buzz. The forwarding destinations will be varied. Some are Paris-bound on the Eurostar, some the ferry to Calais, others are off [Read more]

Deconstructing Collingwood, part 2

Is an old VFL footy ground still a fair dinkum footy ground if it doesn’t have a fair-dinkum old-fashioned scoreboard? The Collingwood landmark what was the 1966 Victoria Park scoreboard was pulled down last January, as part of turning the ground into a community space.

Classic Passages:The Best of the Footy Almanac

By Phil Dimitriadis Rounds 2 and 3, 2007 “A book is a fragile creature, it suffers the wear of time, it fears rodents, the elements and clumsy hands. So the librarian protects the books not only against mankind but also against nature and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.” Umberto [Read more]

The View from Shepparton – Round 8

by Peter Schumacher OK so Brisbane lost again, this time to Essendon. At the Gabba. My daughter and son in law and grand daughter who are rabid Dons’ supporters  didn’t say anything as they rushed into the local Lutheran Church service on the morning after the night before.  They accompanied an organ as they played, [Read more]

One hundred Years Ago: Round 3, 13th May, 1911

A perfect autumn day greeted footballers and barrackers alike as they travelled to their appointed grounds for the third round of the 1911 season. Increasingly, Melbournians benefited from the Saturday half-holiday, freeing them to pursue the leisure of their choice. More and more were choosing football. It’s doubtful the sunshine made the streets and gutters [Read more]

Desert Ovals

People go two ways over Easter. They lift the city off its foundations and dump it on the coast, or go to the footy. Especially footballers with the Easter bye. You can spot them in an Anzac Day crowd by the way they barrack. The AFL suporter will call: “Kick it, kick it, kick it!” [Read more]

Trouble at The Cave

by Eric Ellis THERE’s a place, on Singapore’s Sentosa Island, that Demetriou should induct into the AFL Hall of Fame, a sod in his sacred turf of the competition’s haollowed places, a place Where Magic Happens. Its my mate Alex’s basement den, The Cave. We’re drawn – a hard core five of us, Asia lifers [Read more]

AT THE FOOTY…this weekend

by Chris Riordan The advent of billion dollar television rights has changed AFL fixturing forever. Increasingly it is becoming a TV supported competition. If you want to get to your team’s games, you need to be very flexible with your weekend schedules. We do otherwise – finding a timeslot that suits us and then looking [Read more]

Bobby Davis Photo Tribute

Alex Wadelton has placed a black arm hoop to this famous image, in way of tribute to The Geelong Flyer.

Vale Bobby Davis

John Harms pays tribute to the great Bob Davis.

A Good Mean Club Song.

Fengal rock up to play us. Their reserves have three men as old as me. At one stage, one of them fair bowls me over, then helps me up. “You’re my vintage.” he says. Later, I try to run through him, as he would me. In play, it’s all respect and fair.