My First SANFL Match – Centrals v Woodville – 29/7/1967 (an Adelaide Time Capsule)

It was Monday lunchtime on the final week of my second stint on Project Death March. For no good reason at all, I opened eBay and entered ‘SANFL’ into the search box. To my immediate surprise, I found that someone was auctioning off (individually) a series of 1967 Footy Budgets. Surprise begat delight, as I realised that one of these was the Budget for the round when I attended my first game.

So I placed my bid for Volume XLI, No 19 (ie Round 15), 29th July 1967 and waited. My needless nervousness disappeared a handful of days later when it was confirmed that I was the sole bidder.

I had no real idea what to expect. I’ve kept Budgets dating back as far as 1970 and knew their form and content intimately. This 1967 one was smaller than I had expected, think of a Best Bets trimmed by 1/2 an inch on the X and Y axes, an unusual size.

But what I also didn’t expect was the torrent of memories and observations that would be unleashed, like an episode of Irwin Allen’s Time Tunnel, as I leafed through its 36 pages.

Here they are:

July 1967 finds me in Grade Two at Elizabeth South Infants School. On the cusp of my 7th birthday, the eldest child (and only son) of parents married hastily in the early months of 1960. Mum had recently popped out her fourth child weeks before her 24th birthday. My father was a few months away from embarking on a single minded adventure to rescue nuked warplanes from the South Australian desert.

My interest in sport was sustained by a diet of the Channel 9 Sports Show, hosted by Mike Peterson, The Advertiser, The News and the Sunday Mail. I read a lot and followed my local SANFL team, Central District, The Bulldogs. This interest was not shared by my immediate family.

Some time earlier that month, I was taken to the dentist in Sidney Chambers at the Town Centre, just across from the AMP Insurance office operated by Charlie Pyatt, 1953 West Torrens premiership player, Centrals Chairman, Lions Club member and local Chamber of Commerce bigwig (and pal of my grandfather Charles ‘CP’ Schwerdt). I travelled to Whyalla in the Pyatt’s Mercedes the following Xmas, still the plushest car I’ve ever travelled in.

In the waiting room, Mum and I struck up a conversation with a friendly lady from Salisbury. She had a prominent jaw that (thanks to her), I’ve since come to associate with ladies that can give as good as they get. I must have mentioned my love of the Doggies as next thing I knew she had offered to take me to their next home game and Mum had agreed, just like that.

On the 29th July, she arrived at our place in her green Falcon, with her son in tow and wearing a green woollen coat, to take me on my first visit to Goodman Road. I wore my cobalt blue car coat, the solid YKK zip going all the way to the top.

I don’t remember her name. I don’t remember ever knowing her name, but her kind act led to my lifelong relationship with the Dogs.

Elizabeth Oval Grandstand (thanks to

Elizabeth Oval Grandstand (thanks to

We must have arrived early, as we were able to secure a spot at the highest vantage point available, the centre of the top row of the stand. The glassed-in press box that also housed the radio commentators was located behind our possie.

To our left was the view of the still developing Town Centre, in the middle distance was my future High School. Further to the east stood the fag end of the Adelaide Hills, the disused limestone quarry apparent, as the Hills slunk miserably into the Adelaide Plains.

We may or may not have bought a copy of the Football Budget that day, but I have one now.

Outside Cover

The garish Kraft cheese tones used on the cover made it hard to read the contrasting white print, but it was the only concession to the Swinging 60s that I could discern throughout its entire contents. Torrens hard man with the soft name, Tracy Braidwood was the cover star.

To think that a galvanised steel supplier would reside in one of Adelaide’s main streets and find the coin to advertise on the back page.


Overleaf, I am given the first reminder of the growing role that the motor vehicle played back then. “Taylors of Medindie. Medindie” went the jingle of one of the many car yards that dominated the Main North Road landscape. Taylors was a Lyle Skinner screw punt away from that famous landmark, Scotties Motel.

Twice in three lines, the “inexplicable” nature of the Croweaters recent loss to the Sandgropers was bemoaned. The tight race for the final four was highlighted, and I enjoyed the turn of phrase “slammed to the mat” to describe Port’s run of injuries. Perhaps the editor had been to the Thebarton Town Hall for World Championship Wrestling on the preceding Tuesday.


Here it is, the page that I had been waiting for.

Is there a better symbol of mid-century Adelaide mores than the Starline Drive-In ad? I hadn’t heard of the main feature, but it looks to have been made in 1964, so it took a while to make it to the big outdoor screens of suburban Adelaide. I went to at least four of the six establishments shown on that page over the journey, but the Mainline at Gepps Cross was the King of Drive-ins. Rather than a “plunge into hell”, it was often the opposite.

To the footy itself.

Centrals were 9th (3-11), Woodville were 10th (1-13) before this round. Neither club had seemed to advanced much since their admission to League ranks in 1964. Centrals wore its woollen, Footscray style outfit, up against the Peckers’ yellow with a bottle green yoke, also woollen.

I fell instantly in love with the tri-colours, not just the jumper, but the socks. I begged Mum to make a visit to the Coles Variety Store at the Town Centre to pick up a pair, arguing that it would be a lot cheaper than a jumper.

The thick, prickly leg warmers were just that much too big for me, and the contrasting white foot often peeked out over the top of my Dunlop sandshoes, making it look like I was permanently wearing the white anklets favoured by flashy rovers and lazy umpires. Nylon footy socks came into being a few years later, they didn’t need garters, they didn’t itch, but nothing was warmer on a cold night than the woollen originals.

The Dogs had as Captain-Coach Ken Eustice, the 1962 Magarey Medallist. He was fearless and particularly well loved by my escort. She was listening to the radio broadcast on her tranny during the game and the radio blokes behind us copped a fearful spray whenever anything mildly critical came from their lips. Her verbal feedback probably resulted in broadcast feedback into her single bakelite earpiece as her serves were relayed back to her via the airwaves.

Eustice went on to make (and lose) a fortune in the car business. There was a book written about him a few years back. It has been on my bookshelf for a while, but I’ve only dipped into it, never read it cover to cover. Perhaps I should, soon.

Looking over the full list, it is doubtful that I knew many of the players by sight back then. I now recall virtually the entire Bulldog 20. Colin Stutley was tough as nails, going on to be an opal miner once his playing days were up. Bones Bentley was a fixture on the GMH assembly line.

Sonny Morey

Sonny Morey

My most pleasant discovery was realising that Sonny Morey had played that day. His 200th game (a win against Glenelg at the Bay in 1976) was a highlight of my years of attending Centrals games.

Julian Swinstead was a rarity, a cadet journalist and footballer. It was his number 7 that adorned the Centrals lace-up guernsey that I was given the following year.

Rick Vidovich would top the SANFL goalkicking in 1968, Terry Phillips won the national Rothmans Champion Kick comp in 1967 and boom WA recruit Tom Grljusich had a name that wasn’t able to be spelt correctly by the Budget during his 3 years at Elizabeth Oval.

Lyle Skinner looked like his mum had dressed him for the match, his Beatle-length strawberry blonde locks rendered post-War thanks to a Gillette-sharp right hand part.

The Peckers side had Peter Obst as Captain-Coach. His brother Trevor (Bubbles) won the Magarey Medal in 1967. Bob Simunsen also played Shield cricket. Teenagers Ray Huppatz and Craig McKellar would go on to play in the VFL.

But truthfully, I have very little memory of the game itself, apart from the fact that we were in front all day.

I was captivated by the vastness of the playing area at Elizabeth Oval. It wasn’t until I visited the other SANFL grounds that I was able to understand how much bigger it was than say, Norwood, with its narrow confines.

Being in the stand, which was full, I was plunged into a mob – not necessarily in a bad way, but never before had I been in situation where so many people were yelling, roaring, shouting and arguing constantly.

It was like being thigh deep in the water at the beach, anticipating each incoming wave, jumping, being dumped, getting up before the next one, until you were called back to your spot on the sand. You couldn’t remember the individual waves afterwards, just the exhilaration of the entire experience. (And no going back into the water until thirty minutes after eating)

Hansch F (made Hird J look like Van Gogh V)

Hansch F (made Hird J look like Van Gogh V)

One abiding memory is that of Woodville player Fred Hansch going up for a boundary throw-in on the grandstand wing and noticing his prominent ears.

The final score (CD 8.13 d Wood 7.12) was fitting for a fixture at the foot of the table. The twin emotions of arm-raising joy for the victors and shoulder-slumping gloom for the losers as I looked around at siren time conveyed to me that this meaningless result in a meaningless sport was in fact anything but. Well, I don’t think I would have seen it in those terms back then, but I liked what I felt and saw.

Like a seafood cocktail entree before a lamb’s fry and tripe main course, I was fooled by this game into expecting we’d keep winning forever. My faith in the Bulldogs went largely unrewarded for the next twenty five years (as did my time wasted at St Mary Magdalene’s each Sunday, along with about a dozen Plattens)


The Budget looked to have an odd method of placing its match previews as far away as possible from its corresponding players and scores page.

Not for the first time, attention was drawn to Peter Darley’s conditioning, but with fellow future publican Whale Roberts, they would have made a fearsome pairing on and off the field.

The Holdfast Hotel was a famed Bayside watering hole.

Oh look, more cars. “Get A Ford, Get A Ford from Maughan Thiem” went their jingle, no doubt bashed out in an O’Connell St recording studio in the pre-Seekers days. (Probably by the same crowd that brought us “Lawlors, The White Ant People” and the Solomons Carpets ads). The introduction of decimal currency in the previous year seemed to have passed unnoticed.


Small business ads once more, a theme is developing. Pubs, car repairs, meat and furniture.

At the Parade, the Redlegs were helmed by Captain-Coach Haydn Bunton Jr, although his immediate successor Robert Oatey (Jack’s son) was lurking nearby. Big Bill Wedding was in his penultimate season and Damien Nygaard was two years away from a clash with Knuckles Kerley that derailed his career.

North was chock-full of famous names (but nonetheless Chocka-less that day). Don Lindner, Terry Von Bertouch (father of Australian netballers Laura and Natalie), Bugsy Jaworskyj and the barrel-bellied Dennis Sachse were just some of them. A dozen or so years later, Dennis’ wife was in charge of the typing pool on the 7th floor at my first job at the Highways Department. She was a lovely lady, and took my cheeky cheap shots about Dennis’ performance in a sewing machine commercial (the Empisal Super Stretch) with good humour.

In his debut season, Barrie Robran was already the best of them all.

I am unsure how much hair was left on the head of everyone’s favourite boundary umpire Vin Camporeale in 1967.

The Roosters flogged the home team by 68 points, despite only leading by 11 at half-time.

Most of my visits to the Parade were made on summer Wednesday nights following the local baseball comp. I had a Redlegs mate in the early 80s whose son played junior footy in a team that included future Redleg Martin Pike and Josh Francou, whose father Maurie was a (very) no-nonsense Rooster player that day. The outer at the Parade was close to the action and the fans close to each other, so when the scores were also close, it made for a fun afternoon. (And their pasties were good too).


More small business ads. Cruickshank’s travelling sales reps could well have been the chosen occupation for many of the names in the Budget. My mouth is watering at the idea of Sandery’s “sumptious” Christmas Dinner.

Note the final paragraph of the reminiscences of season 1959. Richard Ings chose not to reply to my tweet alerting him to this tidbit, but I suspect that any bottles being wee’d into at the footy around that time had long brown necks and were located in the outer.


Page 10 has the first evidence of Adelaide’s booming “Health Studio” sub-culture. I guess it was the “trained female attendants” that made all the difference at Loriette.

The ad for Stereo Services is just plain weird.

The two match previews on these pages did their best to say nothing useful.


The full page ad taken out by another automobile related supplier is light on for copy. Maybe they paid by the word, not the column-inch.

Page 13 has some interesting nuggets. Mal Brown picking on little blokes, who would have thought?

The last par on the Subi boundary line markings, why so, were there lime rations in the 1960s in the West?


It seems that whoever was lining up the ads for the Alberton game knew the audience well. After a night on the turps at the Globe and a late night visit to Helene’s for a Sportsman’s Massage, a quick getaway in a HR from Smith’s might have been needed the next day for many of the crowd. And get Cooks to send across my belongings, darl.

Fos Williams was still the man at Port, with his loyal henchmen Johnny Cahill, Ron Elleway, Kevin Salmon, Jeff Potter and Reg Beaufoy in tow. Bubbles was absent that day, but Fritzy Freeman was once again the Maggies top goalsneak. Freeman made his Test debut the following January.

Port looked to have a less than full strength line-up, with newcomer Katavich causing more trouble in the spelling department with his new-Australian reffo sounding name.

The Eagles, only fourteen years since their most recent flag, were coached by Ron Ashby (who also coached Centrals in its pre-League days). The truly legendary Fred Bills was skipper, Bobby Gibson kept the resting rovers quiet, future AFL leader Wayne Jackson (who had an ugly kicking style) and dour John Graham were joined by the first of Torrens’ multicultural influx in Peter Phillipou. Of course, the SANFL’s answer to Bobby Skilton, Lindsay Head, managed to prise himself away from the Cross Keys Hotel and nearby Globe Derby to suit up for yet another season in the aquiline lace-up.

Port made short work of the visitors, in what was the first of a string of six wins going in to the finals. The Eags had to wait until the final round against Woodville for its next win, heralding a new era when John Birt joined as Captain-Coach the following year. It finished like all of the other post-1953 eras.

Alberton Oval was a place to be avoided by the opposition supporters. My future bride came from down that way, so I must say that my childhood fears were unfounded.


The art or science of graphic design was absent throughout this Budget, the all important centre spread a prime example.

Much space was given to the Tiges’ Kevin Rowe and the season attendance and goalkicking tallies were buried inside some awful formatting.

Charities were named fairly directly back then. I’m loathe to make any “Golden Jets” jokes about Ansett-ANA.


Here we find the CD v Woodville preview – that’s Grljusich with a ‘J’

Of course I didn’t know it back then, but the Red Cross Blood Service would become a regular haunt for me after I was diagnosed with haemochromatosis a few decades later, as well as being a workplace on two occasions.

More vehicular related advertising (I think the whole life cycle has been covered so far), but the wordsmiths were on overtime when spruiking the SAFC Annual Ball. It appears that they had the services of that hard-working 60/40 combo “Basket Supper” as the evening’s entertainment.

The Field Umpires listing was always the source of much groaning – who’s number 1, not that mongrel Cunningham/Posa/O’Connell/Ducker …?

Of the names listed, O’Connell and Bailhache also umpired Test cricket and KG was, well, KG. Mark Posa was BA Santamaria’s man in Adelaide and DLP State Secretary.

A reminder of the state of technology is there also – I wonder if the 5-0611 continuous score service still works?


Despite the headline, this was the Norwood v North preview, not a half-time question to one of Maurie Francou’s opponents. John Robinson’s boy-next-door looks served him well on TV after retirement, I recall his to-the-point work on the Sunday direct telecasts of the SAFA from Adelaide Oval.

The League Seconds Corner reminded me that there was always one Seconds game shown direct starting at 11:30am. Before I regularly attended games, this was almost as good as the real thing. Some of the regular dew-kickers such as Sturt’s Romeo Zoanetti and John Kalleske seemed to be on every week.

Once I attended more regularly, I’d get there as early as I could to see the Seconds go around. I and whoever else from school was already there, would set up shop on the fence behind the goals, returning the Ross Faulkners by hand or by wonky foot.

Sometimes I’d get game and dob a left-foot snap over the exasperated full-back’s head, hoping not to get too much mud on my Koala desert boots.

Being that close, the on-field sounds were everything, the slap of oiled up shoulders colliding in the first quarter gave way to wheezy gasps as time-on neared. Later in the match, it was the groans as pointed knees rammed into stationary thighs, followed increasing abuse at the umpires as the frustration at another loss and the likelihood of being dropped for that kid from Saddleworth in the 19s took hold.


Small business ingenuity 1960s style. The combined plumbers and coat/frock alteration service must have been all the rage on Jetty Road.

All of our old favourites can be found down at the Bay. Pubs, cars, burgers and the obligatory ‘Health Clinic – for satisfaction and personal attention’.

The game down on Brighton Road was attended by the original owner of this Budget and a Tigers supporter at that, judging from the pencilled recording of goals on the left hand side.

He or she would have left unhappy with the 8.22 to 11.9 loss, despite the home side racking up 4.7 to 0.2 in the final stanza.

Kerls was in his first year as Captain-Coach of a Glenelg side that had only a single premiership up until then. I’m not sure how much of a taskmaster his counterpart Peter Darley would have been, but he probably shouted the bar that night (and the following night etc).

Glenelg had the foundation for a successful next few years. Peter Marker was a gun (a recent YouTube excursion told me that he was even better than I had remembered). Dennis Keith ‘Fred’ Phillis was a couple of years away from his stellar 1969 season and I always liked the look of Noddy Voigt who ran hard and in very straight lines.

For South, I was surprised to see Dave Darcy’s name there as I thought that he came over a bit later. Further research told me that his 1967 sojourn was due to an employment transfer (thanks which lasted one year. He was a very likeable and insightful SANFL TV commentator in the 70s, traits that must skip generations it seems.


I listened to the radio broadcasts a lot. 5AD, 5KA, 5DN and 5AN divided up the spoils each week (was there a fifth station?).

Ken Aplin was an opinionated former umpire (I think the glasses came after he was finished), his offsider Wally Miller was quietly spoken counterpoint to Aplin’s bluster.

Miller went on to become a legendary administrator at Norwood for over twenty years. The name Fred Heaton means nothing at all to me, but now there’s always something there to remind me of him.

The season’s scores on the facing page give the impression that defence wasn’t a priority, nor was goalkicking. In the oft-repeated words of Wally May, ‘bad kicking is bad football’.


The ads are getting predictable by now, although we have the first appearance of the all-important night pharmacy (just don’t get sick or lucky on a Sunday night though).

The B&D roller door TV ads of the time were often amusing rehashes of Gilbert and Sullivan (‘You’ll get much more, with a roll-a-door’), but I was more interested in Meccano than Mikado in 1967.

Max Hall and Wally May were probably the Channel 9 commentary team at Richmond Oval that day.

Westies had future SANFL GM Don Roach as Captain-Coach, with the usual cast of middle of the roaders that inhabited their side until Kerls took them to the ’83 flag. Sports store tycoons Hughes and Loveday (which many used to think was one word) would eventually join the list of heartbroken Blood n Tars coaches.

Sturt was on its way to another flag, its star-studded lineup etched into my neurons at an early age. Their five in a row (66-70) under Jack Oatey was brought to a halt in Centrals’ first final in 1971. True to form, I missed that match, visiting my grandparents in the shadow of the Blue Mountains during the school holidays, but I did return in time for the (unsuccessful) Preliminary Final.

The Blues looked like they had come from the local Baptist Church gathering, the straight-laced (but lace-out) Chessell, Bagshaw and Hicks looking more Peter, Paul and Mary than Mick, Keef and Brian. They played with a grace and style that avoided body contact, not because they were scared, but because they were above all that. Rick Schoff and Diamond Jim provided the meat and potatoes when it was needed.

The game itself must have been a beauty, with the Blues prevailing by a straight kick after trailing at every change.

I used to marvel at how the various commentators, players and others made it back to Tynte St in time for Nine’s Football Inquest at 5:30, but it was always compelling viewing.


The 1959 rehashed highlights were continued, with an alarming tale of spectator aggro directed at Big Bill. They should have loaded up with garlic from the Norwood Market before the game.

Kerls was already a multi-platform media performer, although I don’t remember what he used to say about his Tiges’ chances each week.

One of the first things to sort out when you arrived at the ground was the allocation of letters to teams so that those not within earshot of a portable Sanyo radio could follow the quarter by quarter scores. Things heated up in the last term when harried scoreboard attendants updated the scores more frequently, and I think that some grounds overlayed a different coloured letter to indicate that the scores for that game were final.

Until I saw this page, I thought that Photoshop was a relatively recent tool, but from the svelte looks of Darls, the “TAA Travel Expert”, it might have been used to knock off a few pounds.


I always had an affinity with the Magoos – there was a chance that someone’s older brother might have been given a last minute call up from the Thirds and you could catch a sly wink as he left the Ponderosa at half-time, boots still polished with those three adidas stripes (with the pinking shear edges) peeking through the Nugget, no sign of dirt yet in the sprigs (or moulded soles in the early 70s). Alan Muir, the brilliant but inconsistent half-forward was having a run in the early game for the Dogs. For Woodville, Bob Perry (a radio newshound during the week – Correction 27/10/23) played the role of elder statesman. The Peckers’ number 16 was a bit stiff not to be playing higher up as he had a bit of mongrel in him.

In other games, young Brucey Light and Peter Yeo were starting out for the Magpies as were Peter Endersbee and a youthful (but still short) Mickey Nunan for Sturt.

At the Parade, Don and Brian Woodcock were perennial Seconds players, finding it hard to get a league game, but they kept chipping away. Their younger brother, Roger would launch hundreds of goals with his lethal left foot over the next decade.

The Roosters were bolstered by the inclusion of Fred ‘Chocka’ Bloch, the 1965 senior B&F winner. This proved to be his last season at Prospect and Chocka also made the employment move from behind the teller’s window to the Commerce Department at Adelaide University the next year, setting off a chain of events that had an resoundingly positive impact of thousands of Blacks footballers for decades to come.

Copper Colbey and a young Wayne Phillis were there early at Brighton Road, in a match that highlighted the Budget owner’s zeal, as all ten of the Tiger goals are marked in.

I had to investigate the races at Gawler, finding out that it was indeed regarded as a Metropolitan venue until 1967. It appears that this page of the Budget was composed by a Danish exchange student, whose English was almost as tortured as mine.

“By consulting the Football Budget readers will thus be enabled to know the winners”

And I wonder if the Uni is still running those lectures. I’d be a prime candidate in my current state.


Centrals and Woodville anchored to the bottom in all grades bar U17s, but senior powerhouse Sturt was winless in U17s

Finance and house blocks, the Australian Dream, featured inside the back cover, a pointer to upcoming prosperity.


The Washup

If the contents of the Footy Budget that day reflected Adelaide of the time, then it had the appearance of 1947. It wasn’t the Adelaide I remembered, but it was perhaps the Adelaide that Don Dunstan (Norwood’s own) took a progressive cudgel to.

Just five years later, advertisers such as Coke, KFC (with Swamp Fox Patterson), West End, Escort, Taubmans, Hennessy Brandy and Golden Fleece had displaced Marriott Wheel Aligners and Terry’s Burger Bar from our Saturday afternoon reading. Were the ‘Health Studios’ driven underground, or was the opening of the sex shop on Melbourne Street in 1972 the cause of their demise?

This was the only game I went to in 1967. Centrals’ form tailed right off after this, their next and final home game yielding their lowest ever score (losing 1.6 to 8.8 against Port).

My mystery lady took me to a couple of home games in 1968, but I must have proved my maturity to Mum as I started going to games on my own after that.

Until I moved to Melbourne in mid-1994, Centrals were a feature of every winter, through thin and thin. I saw them win one finals game in that time (1972 First Semi against Norwood).

I hardly missed a game (home or away) from 1970-77. After that, I often caught the last half, making a mad dash from wherever winter baseball or amateur footy had taken me, standing with my old school teacher and baseball coach Clyde Williamson (Willy).

I’m ashamed to admit that I then forsook the Dogs somewhat for the bright lights of the Crows. I did return for their first (unsuccessful) Grand Final in 1995.

The last time I saw them play was in 2006. I had flown across one Sunday to make a final visit to CP on his deathbed. It so happened that Centrals were playing that day, so afterwards I took Mum to her first and only footy match, at Richmond Oval. Willy was there too and he was reintroduced to Mum after a gap of 35 years.

Centrals dominated the SANFL in the 2000s, snaring nine flags from its twelve consecutive Flag Day appearances from 2000 – 2011.

About Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt

Saw my first SANFL game in 1967 - Dogs v Peckers. Have only ever seen the Dogs win 1 final in the flesh (1972 1st Semi) Mediocre forward pocket for the AUFC Blacks (1982-89) Life member - Ormond Netball Club -That's me on the right


  1. Swisher,

    This is a seminal piece on the 60’s SANFL, Congratulations, I want to pick up on Julian Swinstead with the following.

    How a FJ Holden Roof Rrack Nearly Curtailed Julian Swinstead’s Career.

    It was Christmas 66 I think and I, as a mate of Julian;s younger brother Dennis, was invited to go with them to their cousins’ place at Dawson near my birthplace Peterborough for a new years eve party- against my parents wishes but as dad Swinstead was in charge they agreed. Brian Windsor, a Salisbury lad and quite a handy wicket keeper, was driver of said vehicle. Hanging out with older ratbags was just brilliant. It was an education, how to roll an FJ on long bends so that the car ends up on its side was a highlight. We went shooting on New Years eve. Brian was taking a shot with a 22 standing up and shooting across the hood of the car which had a roof rack thereon. Julian was standing on the passenger side of the car out of the line of fire or so he thought. Brian rested the 22 on the cross bar at the drivers side to get a steady shot. he fired but forgot about the cross bar on the passenger side of the car. The bullet hit said cross bar and deflected fragments into the back of Julian’s hand. Eventually we decided to go to Peterborough Base hospital to get him looked at and the doctor threw a fit as I recall. Julian had to have surgery and quite a bit of work on the hand and it was touch and go right up to the start of the 67 season. You cant keep those Swinsteads down though and he played in 67 despite as he said the hand not being quite 100 per cent.

    Just thought I would add that one in Swisher.


  2. Dave Brown says

    Quite the opus, Swish, well done! Love the idea of your chaperone getting a squeal in the ear every time she gave the commentators a spray.

    Things and names that immediately spring out to me. In that Norwood v North game North have more Norwood premiership players than Norwood do (one as opposed to none – Von Bertouch). But, then again, so do the Glenelg Reserves

    In the Glenelg game, Bob Anesbury ran the local newsagency around our way. Was (very briefly) a paper boy for him, selling the News on the side of the road as the afternoon / evening traffic headed down Diagonal Rd.

  3. Brilliant, Swish.
    What a different, more simple time that was.

  4. Mickey Randall says

    Swish- a sensational investigation and memoir.

    Of course the advertisements are as engaging as the footy content. As my first car was a HR Holden, possibly assembled at Elizabeth, I loved seeing a brand new one in the Smith’s ad.

    5DN- I remember when it converted to FM in 1990, and been a little terrified at the thought of KG in crisp stereo.

    Superb stuff that many people will enjoy reading.

  5. Brilliant Swish. As a card carrying Peckerhead I was a little underwhelmed by your summary of the Woodville list. Bob Simunsen, an out and out champion who made the state side from the seconds comp pre ’64 when the Peckers and Dogs were serving their SANFL apprenticeships. Rod Allen, the first Pecker to play 200 games and like you and Soney Morey, I was there for Rods 200. My fave Pecker rover – Johnny OConnor. Due to injury and national service, it took him 10 years to teach his 100 games. Fred Hansch – knew it was him before reading the text – why, because of the ears!! And Craig McKellar – he and Dean Ottens were the reasons I chose 27 as my playing number through my career.

    Reading through all the playing lists, despite almost 50 years passing I knew Darley was no 16, the Von no. 2, Diamond Jim at 7, Adock 16, Greenslade 26, Bill Wedding at 29, Arch Wilkey 23 etc etc. dunno why or how I remembered????

    So much info to digest. Is that the new HR on page 14? And at the Hectorville – The spy in lace panties?? I was far too young in ’67!


  6. Malcolm Ashwood says

    Fantastic Swish ( have sent around to quite a few people mentioned ) brilliant nostalgic read and Nose exactly what I would have expected from you well done !

  7. Mark Bowels says

    Great read.
    I still see Ken Eustice every now and then.

  8. Gold Swish. Think 5CL was the other radio station. I was a bay boy and loved the footy so much back in those days.

  9. Pretty sure I have the record/ budget from the Interstate carnival held in Adelaide 1969. Will scan and put up the teams when I find it.

  10. Mark Duffett says

    So much of this mirrors my own experience, albeit ten years later (and far better written than I ever could). The first impressions of Elizabeth Oval feel like they’re lifted straight from my memory. And I’m glad I’m not the only one who wondered how they all got to the Nine studio in time for KG’s show at 5:30.

    Quite a few of the legends named were still going around in 1977, but of the Centrals players listed, I only ever saw Sonny Morey, Julian Swinstead and Lyle Skinner kick a ball in anger.

    Oddly enough though, the Budget bit that twangs the memory strings hardest is the Taylors ad for the Austin 1800. This was our family car until well into the latter 1980s, the first one I drove.

  11. Pure gold. Thank you. Thank you Swish. The older I get the more I find I live in the “Field of Dreams” of my youth. Current life and sport is great, but there is a pristine brilliance to memory. I am 5 years older than you Swish, and this game is played 2 days after my 12th birthday. Notice that the last race is the Farewell Handicap (in Melbourne it was the Sunset Welter) – last metropolitan race before the Horse’s birthday on 1 August. We have just moved to Yorketown and reliable TV after 2 years in Renmark where we got it every 4th night when the ionosphere bounce was right. Yorketown is 140 miles from Adelaide by road, but only 60 miles across St Vincents Gulf as the crow flies. TV sport. Bliss.
    My team West Torrens were a joke, and remained such until Kerls and Wayne Jackson toughened them up a decade later. My memory is that the colour printed Budget cover was in a different team’s colours each week and this coincided with the pictured player. Thanks for picking the week with my Eagles turn. I reckon that is Freddie Bills (state ruck rover) brother Malcolm in the magoos. “Johnny Weismuller’s brother drowned” as they used to say when someone tipped one on breeding. My fave #5 Bobbie Gibson by then a slow back pocket player, but always giving 100% unlike the rest of the Eagles rabble.
    Tom Grjlusich (great mark and solid CHB) was the legendary commentator George’s brother, and equally desperate punter.
    Glenelg’s Ray Button was a talented half forward and raking left foot kick. I have a memory of a famous mark that he took at full stretch standing on an opponent’s shoulders. I can’t seem to find the photo on Google – anyone else remember it? Norwood’s Graham Molloy was another left footer and spectacular mark. He won the Tassie Medal at the 69 Interstate Carnival (would love to see the Budget, Budge) – but like a lot of SA players of the era didn’t measure up when he moved to the tougher, more professional VFL with the Demons.
    The Panther’s Craig Cock (reliable defender who played over 200 games) had the most awkward kicking style of any league footballer.
    Was Teddy Langridge sidekick to Wally May in the Ch9 commentary box by then, or was that later? “Comment Wally May?” “No comment.” “Good comment” – is burned in my memory.
    Ch7 had the Schwartz brothers fronting their TV coverage. (Those Germanic Schw’s dominate SA don’t they?) Chubby, balding Blair and the more serious Gordon. Merv Agars from the Advertiser and Pat Hall (Max’s brother?) Did both 7 and 9 have a different ‘game of the day’ replay back then before exlusive rights auctions?
    Four radio stations covering five games – so only one didn’t get a live broadcast. 5AD, 5KA and 5AN(abc) also cut in the Melbourne and Adelaide races. 5CL was what is Radio National today – serious stuff that nobody I knew understood or listened to. I always listened to the Max Hall Saturday morning preview show on 5KA (home of the “Thin Vin Twin Spin”) that was sponsored by Godfrey’s vacuum cleaner warehouse (“this reconditioned trade-in is guaranteed to the door”).
    I think I need an Amscol choc ice and some Menz fruchocs (choc covered dried apricot) with a Woody Woodroofe’s lemonade before I nod off to my field of dreams. Thanks for keeping the flame alive.

  12. Dave Brown says

    Notice a member of the Menz family playing for Norwood, PB

  13. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    Thanks everybody, glad I’ve stirred up a few memories beyond my own.


    Yet another car connection. Julian came and went from the Dogs a few times, probably work related. Didn’t know about the rest of them until I came across this.

    I found a few photos of you when you were playing alongside GC Harcourt, as Tim pointed out to me.


    You youngsters. The wavy haired John Menz went by the imaginative nickname “Biscuits” and won a Magarey Medal (in the twos) in 1970. But you probably knew all that.


    And different from what I had remembered


    Strike me pink


    Was thinking of you when I was penning my Peckers thoughts. Thanks for giving them their due. Yep, Simunsen was underappreciated. John O’Connor had a pretty good post-SANFL career with Edwardstown in the SAFA. But if you want underwhelming, take a look at this, it is almost as if Woodville never existed.

    Yeh, funny about the numbers, I can remember most of the Centrals numbers from the 70s, but still struggle to recall the Crows player numbers.


    Thanks, were you selling raffle tickets that day?

    Mark B

    Ken Eustice had a great record at three clubs and in state games.


    Did you have the yellow numbers on your duffle coat?

    Mark D

    1977 wasn’t a great year to get started, was it. From bottom then to minor premiers two years later. Footy Inquest – live TV with emotions still simmering, it was compulsory viewing.


    Wow, your comments are longer than my piece! Re Gawler, this must have been their final metro meeting then. Only Wayne Jackson had a worse kicking style than Craig Cock.

    Ted Langridge was probably around then, as well as Bo ‘Crankyguts’ Morton. Blair Schwartz used to moonlight as a piano player at the Anzac Highway Pizza Hut.

    They sell Fruchocs interstate, but they are rebadged as Choc Apricot Balls

    And I’m not sure about Doris Day’s undies.

  14. Oh I really enjoyed this Swish – my favourite SANFL memories don’t involve a third colour as you know but I love casting my mind back. Well played.

  15. Really quite brilliant Swish. As you well know this parallels so much of my own journey. On this particular day I suspect we were still unpacking the “trunks” having just offloaded them from the Fair Sea a few weeks earlier. As fresh 10 pound poms dad didn’t take us to Elizabeth until 1968, although I think we did make it to the real home of football, Ramsey Park, in 1967 to watch Elizabeth City. I can clearly recall walking in there and being given song sheets to sing from throughout the game (we shall not be moved etc).
    It is no surprise at all that for many years later, just a few miles down the road we sang the same songs at Elizabeth Oval. We would play soccer for the Downs in the morning and head off to watch the Dogs in the afternoon, still with our kits on. Pleasingly when I go to watch Centrals now I know I will see someone in the maroon of Elizabeth Downs.
    I won’t attempt to dissect the budget other than to mention two important things. Firstly that from a quick scan I think most of the pubs that advertised are still open. Secondly you missed Trevor Stanton in the two’s. Future captain and my teacher at primary school ( along with with Richard Cochrane).
    My suggestion is that you publish this as a thesis. PhD in Arts awaits.

  16. P.S. I’m glad you enjoyed this Nose. Great story on the 27. There weren’t many of you but every Woodville supporter I’ve ever known is frighteningly passionate and very specific in their memories.

  17. Swish my dad took me to Sonny Morey ‘s 200th game was it at the Bay from memory ?

  18. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says


    Thanks – sorry to say that the only final I ever saw the Dogs win was against the Redlegs. I loved going to the Parade.


    Thanks. As we both know, the communal chanting on the unterraced Elizabeth Oval (and also at away games) was a high point of our youth. From Poms to Premiers – I’d love to know what your folks thought of their new home. I played baseball for several years with Robert Laidlaw, co-author of that magnificent club history book.

    I remember Trevor Stanton – he was captain in 1970, but seemed to play about half of his games in the Twos – did injury get to him in the end? I bet Richard Cochrane was a real bastard :)

    Nose is the only Peckers supporter I know – I remember when they announced the return of Blighty as the new coach and their new Warriors motif – Nose put on an impromptu Superman pose in the changerooms at Bob Neil #1


    Yep, at Brighton Road. A very significant day in more ways than one

  19. Mark Duffett says

    Just wanted to make sure – everyone here knows about the venerable and still magnificent Legends of SANFL web page, yes? Many happy hours to be spent there, with vignettes of just about every great player mentioned in this Budget.

  20. Swish

    Will read journos article when get to computer. Julian younger bro of Dallas Swinstead. He used to take us out on his cat at Largs. One day who should turn up with a monster esky but man mountain Peter Darley and associates. Dallas recounted Peter Darley’s achievements back to him in great detail from first 18 at PAC . A detail journo.

    Photos with hair aren’t they triffic. GC was highly regarded by opposition players .

    That is a brilliant article. Got to be in this years almanac. Here’s a teaser. Who came up with the name Budget?

  21. I can honestly remember going to that game at Norwood Oval in 1967, that Swish touches on. I was 12 years of age and North were in the middle of an unbeaten run against Norwood that went from 1965 until early 1971. I am happy if we have an unbeaten run of one game against Norwood these days.

    My memories of that game are as follows :

    Barrie Robran went off with an injury, I think an arm.

    Dour defender “Rosie” Barr, came off the reserves bench and played half forward flank where he kicked a couple of beautiful drop punt goals to the RSL end. They were probably the only goals Rosie kicked in his 10 year career

    Arch Wilkey, the archetypal North player marked brilliantly in the goal square in the third quarter at the Parade end. Even Arch couldn’t miss from there. Arch didn’t actually miss, he kicked into the man on the mark, the ball rebounded towards him and under extreme pressure he snapped a brilliant goal.

    Big Dennis kicked a bag. The very next week he kicked 13 goals against Woodville.

    In the earlier game against Norwood at Prospect big Dennis had kicked 6 goals on reigning Magarey Medallist, Ron Kneebone. Haydn Bunton commented after the game that it was the first time that Kneebone had ever hit anyone with a hip and shoulder, just to be bumped straight back. Normally if someone was hit by Kneebone (always fairly I hasten to add), they just didn’t get up.

    A few other observations. As you mention, the races were at Gawler. It was the last metropolitan Saturday meeting held there until recent times.

    Malcolm Blight’s cousin, Georgie, was captain of Torrens “Bs”. He didn’t have any of Malcolm’s brilliance, but was another dour defender.

    Dougie Spiers was Port’s vice captain. His brother Reggie has been back in the news in the last few weeks, where his escapades regarding posting himself back to Australia in a box have been relived.

    You mention Pat Hall as a commentator on Channel 7. Pat and Max weren’t related but Pat’s brother Bob was an umpire at the time. My favourite Pat Hall story was when he was on Seven’s World of Sport, and said that flying from behind went out with button up boots. They immediately flashed up the famous Ian McKay mark from the 1952 Grand Final where Pat had been Ian’s stepladder.

    And finally I note that Freddie “Chocka” Bloch was in North’s reserves. If Freddie couldn’t make North’s team they must have been very strong. They did finish minor premiers, but of course went out in straight sets.

  22. Luke Reynolds says

    Superb writing Swish. I really enjoy reading about the SANFL, the stories that come from that competition are just as interesting as those from the old VFL. Great work.

  23. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says


    Thanks – Some great memories there, perhaps you could recount some more Rooster stories in these pages too.


    Thanks – I needed the Budget as a memory jogger. It seemed to have worked.

    Nank, Mark D

    Thanks again for the follow up

  24. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    As pointed out to me by a keen punter on Bulldog Banter, Daryl Hicks, who appeared in the Double Blue that day, was of course to become a revered coach at Goodman Road.

  25. bernard whimpress says

    Thanks for alerting me to this Swish and a great way to write history. I trust you read the Budget when I was editing it (1979-83). I’ll have to go back and remind myself of the ads we featured.

  26. Julian Swinstead says

    I have still got pieces of that bullet in my hand. We didn’t go to the hospital until the New Years party finished.

  27. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    Wow, a comment from the man whose number I wore on my back as an 8yo.

    Thanks Julian.

  28. Bill Williams says

    Love the stories thanks
    Pic of Elizabeth Oval brings back strong memories. I was behind the goals and part of the tribe that went from end to end. How I miss that!

    Did “CP’s death bed” mean Charles Leighton Pyatt
    If so I am saddened, at least he saw the Dogs win the grand final.

    Have not had contact for more than 30 years but knew him back the day when Lyle Skinner & Tommy & Alan Muir stayed at his home.

    He was a great man, generous to a fault and he did so much for Torrens, Elizabeth, Centrals and the SANFL. For an insuance salesman he was ok.

    I knew his great friend Norm Russell passed in 2013 but I did not know he had.
    Centrals owe them a lot and few people know how important the work they did was.
    I really hope they don’t forget them.

    I too remember those plush lambswool covers he would always buy with each new Merc. Asked him once how he could buy a new Merc every few years. He explained to me the value of buying quality (investing), when you go to sell it you get near what you paid for it. Buy rubbish and and you get next to nothing in return. The secret meant he could have his luxury ride and really pay little if any more than others. That advice is really about life & has held me in good stead these many years, Thank you Mr Pyatt.

  29. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    Thanks Bill.

    The CP I referred to was my granpda, Charles Peter Schwerdt, who was friendly with Charlie Pyatt through his association with the Chamber of Commerce. My CP ran the Elizabeth Motel in the late 60s and 70s and was a ladies hairdresser before and after that.

  30. Bill Williams says

    Thanks Mark
    Sorry for you lose,

    I didn’t ‘know him’ but I did meet your Grandpa several times as there was a time that we regularly dined at the motel. I was only about 14 or 15 but I remember his had a good laugh & I think it was him that got Charlie Pyatt fined by the Lions Club for child abuse — (having one of his sons mow the lawn at under award rates)

    It is sad to think of people who have passed but what is a little sadness when you still have such good memories.

  31. Mark 'Swish' Schwerdt says

    I’ve just obtained the Footy World Magazine from August 2 1967, that has stories and photos from this round of matches. There were 3,011 at the Centrals game. Ken Eustice had 30 kicks and 4 handballs, Tom Grljusich had 20 kicks and 10 marks. Rick Vidovich kicked 3 goals. For the Peckers, Nipper Christie had 26 and 1, kicking 2.4. George Roache kicked 3 goals.

    My life is complete.

  32. Lyndon Andrews says

    Another great read Swish. it was also a nasty reminder for me that on the day I was not even in the seconds . Having made league debut in round 2 it was depressing to find myself unable to even make the B grade some two months later. Despite offers to play elsewhere I stayed and hung around until 1975. . It is not recorded in my football journey(see earlier Almanac) but in 1968 I played 19 of the 20 games. I missed the last game to get married as it was the first day of the school holidays and with my 1967 record( and both of us teachers) it was not even contemplated that I would play a full season. I did cop some criticism from the press for missing a game to get married but as I am still with Marilyn 53 years later it appears a good outcome rather than adding 1 more game to my league career

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