Crio’s Q: Time and Place

Without belittling the significance of 9/11 – “when the world changed”

– its commemoration has stirred reminiscences….

“I remember where I was when…”

 

We do link notable news with moments in our life.

Sports nuts will know what I mean.

My clearest recollection of walking in to Vatican Square in 1986 is

seeing an English language newspaper trumpeting The Shark’s Turnberry

triumph! A miracle indeed.

 

What vivid connections can you make?

 

Comments

  1. Crio

    1987. A cold camping ground in the Lakes District of England.

    There’s an hour of footy highlights late on Saturday night.

    The temperature in Melbourne is in the 30’s. It’s about 2 in Carlisle.

    Didn’t matter. The Blues beat the Hawks.

    All was good.

  2. 1987 I was in London when Pat Cash won Wimbledon. Watched it live on the local TV. It was particularly memorable not only because I was watching an Aussie winning Wimbledon, not only was I making my way around Europe alone and free as a bird, but Pat is an old Whitefriars boy, as am I.

  3. Safely tucked away in my mother’s womb for Queen Elizabeth’s (II) coronation.

  4. Lazy.

  5. Boxing Day, 1981. I was 16 years old.

    I was not at the ‘G. Rather, I was at Anglesea with a group of mates.
    It was a ritual to head up to the pub at 4pm to watch the last
    session of play (which in those days was the only one televised).
    One of those old early-model big screens, on which the rception
    left much to be desired.

    The bar was packed, and all were treated to the last part of Kim Hughes’
    magnificent 100 n.o.; we then witnessed D K Lillee scything through the
    Windies top order, leaving them 4/10 at stumps. Test cricket at its best.

  6. I saw Let’s Elope’s Caulfield Cup at Mickey Bourke’s in Kerang – the two are inextricably linked in my mind!

  7. Dips,
    I was in Israel when Cash won. The match was shown on delay. The result had been broadcast on BBC World Service. Despite my ‘fessing, some stupid Yank insisted on backing Lendl.

  8. Crio,
    I hope you took full advantage

  9. I was doing Work Experience at a Petrol Station (anything but school) in August 1977. I walked into the garage and the young mechanic was sitting inside the hood of a car crying. I went into the office and asked the boss what was wrong. He said, “Elvis is dead”. I felt a sadness I couldn’r comprehend. It was the first time in my young life that I had to understand that stars don’t live forever (but maybe they shine on like crazy diamonds).

  10. Lying on deck on a yacht awaiting my 10k leg as a runner in the 1989 “Round the Bay” (Port Phillip Bay version of Tassie’s Three Peaks race-no peaks and now defunct)on prelim final day, not quite believing the Cats would finally play in a Grannie in my lifetime.
    A couple of months later that year, sitting outside the cafe next to the Chevron in Commercial road with fellow 5th year Med students, listening to radio descriptions of the Berlin Wall coming down.
    Ten years later, having a vague idea my wife (pregnant with heir #2) was telling me she was getting pretty regular contractions, while trying to watch reports of Bomber Thompson’s appointment. “It really is better if you wait a little bit, Margaret,the longer you wait at home, the quicker things will be at hospital.”
    Sitting on the dunny (it was the only place in the hotel with a decent Wifi signal)in Paris in 2009, not believing Jimmy kicked that point against the Hawks!

  11. Crio – later in 1987 I made my way to Israel. Wonderful country. Got tear-gassed trying to get out of an impromptu street riot/protest. Never run so fast in my whole life.

  12. Old Trafford, 1993, Gatting b Warne 4

    I was there – right under the player’s balcony. It was about the third ball I’d seen since getting into the ground, having haggled ten quid off the price of the ticket from a tout after about ten minutes of bartering. Between there and the entrance I wondered if I could have got the ticket at cost if I’d held him up another five minutes, just for the sake of self-assertion and bloody-mindedness….thankfully I didn’t.

  13. Geoff Hurst was in a discussion with a few blokes who didn’t recognise him.

    Each bloke recalled in vivid detail where they were when England won the ’66 World Cup.

    It got to Geoff who naturally and nonchalantly said that he was there. Go on they say. “I scored the winner.”

  14. Dips, it can be adduced from your last comment that you could in fact have done better than your third at the Stawell Gift.

  15. 1977, final siren of the drawn Grand Final (the first ever televised live into Melbourne). Even then (at 12 years of age) I was a stats man so I was rapt at the result. But my statistical euphoria was tempered by a sense of dread. Earlier in the day I’d smashed a window playing cricket and I had not yet told my Dad about it.

  16. Alovesupreme says

    May 2005 European Champions League Final: I was in Prague, and having just arrived we did the obligatory “city tour”. When I returned to my hotel, I was walking through one of the bars, just in time to see the penalty shoot out, as Liverpool finished their revival from 0-3 at half-time.
    The previous week-end, I’d been in London when the Cup Final was on, but I made the considered decision to watch the BARFL final at Wimbledon instead. Since the Cup Final finished 0-0, and Arsenal won the penalty shoot out (d Man. Utd.)without having (literally) fired a shot during the 90 minutes + extra time, I think I was vindicated.
    In those far-off days, I was reduced to listening to the BBC radio broadcast of the Arthur Ashe Wimbledon final vctory over Jimmy Connors, living in Stockholm at the time.

  17. I spent the entire 1989 Ashes series backpacking through South East Asia. This was in the days before the internet. I had not a clue about what was going on.

    Crio,

    Mickey Bourke’s is in Koroit. No one would stay at Kerang during the Warrnambool carnival.

  18. Daff, I can’t believe that blooper!

    More relevant to up the Murray, whenever i think of Mildura I think of the Brownlow…a family holiday as kids and Dad parking near the river to tune the car radio in to the live broadcast!

  19. To combine two previous posts, I was working at a bar in Carlisle for the ’05 European Cup. I’d been there all day and was hoping for an early night…needless to say it was anything but. Great memory though

  20. Richard Jones says

    IN late 1963 as a student awaiting passage to PNG watched on an old, grainy TV B and W set (in Manly) Cats beat Squawks in the grannie. What better side to gazzump than the Brown and Pukes.

    Later in ’63 heard of JFK’s assassination at a venue in Rabaul, East New Britain, in the aforesaid pre-Independence state of PNG.

    Crio and Dips: can’t believe, let alone comprehend, what 2 intelligent and caring men would be doing in the illegal and invalid “state” of Israel. It’s an abomination, guys.

    Saw first hand in April this year in the outer suburban sprawl of Amman, Jordan, the shacks of tens and tens of thousands of Palestinians made stateless by the machinations of Zionism. Viewed the rogue state from afar up on Mount Nebo a few days later.
    That’s where Moses is allegedly buried, altho’ no one knows the precise location.

    “Look over there.”said the on-site guide.”There’s Bethlehem in that direction, and Jerusalem over there.”

    Didn’t care. Bathed in the Dead Sea on the Jordanian side. Never, ever, want to see it from the Israeli side (as outlined above).

  21. I wondered about “Mickey Bourke’s in Kerang” I thought that perhaps there were two publicans called Mickey Bourke.

  22. Mick Jeffrey says

    New Years Day 1996, I was an 11 year old at Yeppoon Beach for one of the last moments as a whole family (parents divorced a matter of months later). After hanging out with the mother’s extended family playing touch footy and cricket on the beach we end up walking down the road towards where my uncle was fishing. After that we went inside his partner’s (of the time) home, and ended up watching the ODI that night between Australia and the West Indies, and joined it when we were 3 down for not many (having missed Tubby getting run out, Slats getting nabbed at backward point thanks to a Phil Simmons screamer, and Punter chopping Curtly Ambrose on next ball). Because of Daylight Saving, the coverage after the news joined in time to see Stu Law, Mark Waugh and Shane Lee (brother of Brett) get out in quick succession. We sort of know what happened next.

  23. October 2003. Over at my dad’s house in the New York suburbs. He was a diehard New York Yankees fan and never could quite come to grips that his son cheered for the rival Boston Red Sox. The Parkinson’s had started to take over; he spent only a short while each day in the family room and mostly was confined to his bedroom — where he’d spend all day listening to sports radio and with the TV tuned to YES — the Yankees’ 24/7 cable TV network.

    We could talk about just about anything, especially baseball, even coming from rival directions. On this weekend, Boston was locked up with Oakland in a tight playoff series, the winner to face his Yankees for the American League title. We parried back and forth — I sang the praises of the Red Sox, he’d playfully acknowledge and then try to console me for the disappointment I would eventually feel when his Yankees won in the next round, and so on.

    Great fun for the two of us — we’d been carrying on like this for probably 25 years — and the last conversation like that we ever had. As it turned out, he was right — Boston got past Oakland and lost excruciatingly to the Yankees in the next round. By next spring, the Parkinson’s had rendered him basically mute. And the next fall, Boston finally won it all. The best win by one of my teams I’ve ever been a part of. Except it came too late to banter about with Dad.

  24. There’s another question people will be asking in years to come: “Where were you when you heard the news of the double-shaft?” (Freo shafting Harvey, Lyon shafting the Saints.)

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