My Magpies refuse to die but almost kill me in the process

Furious!!! Would be a good word to describe how I felt by half time.

Crap!!! Would be a good word to describe how we were playing.

Fierce!!! Would be a good word to describe how they were playing, and gob-smacked!!! Pretty much summarizes how I felt by the end of it all.


I couldn’t see any passion, any desire to win this game! The Hawks were suffocating us all over the ground and the guys just seemed a bit too flat.

I pity those delusional people who thought we’d have the game done and dusted without a hitch. I knew this was not going to be easy; I’d been worrying about it so much that Mum insisted on retail therapy.

I was cringing every time we TRIED to go forward and couldn’t find Dawesy or Cloke! Hawks had 3 players stalking Dawes for majority of the game and all our midfield goal kickers were suppressed.

Let’s just say the F-bomb was more than dropped while watching this game.

Watching from bed, I was twisting the blanket and clenching my teeth, this wasn’t our night and I was not happy about it.

As the third term ended I thought; fine they obviously just don’t want this enough so I’ll just have to accept it and go into hiding for a month or two. I was more angry than upset, I couldn’t cry even though I wanted to, I was just furious!

Dawesy and Cloke tried to keep up the momentum; when they kicked a goal they yelled out support to their team mates, they still saw a chance.

Maxwell, I can’t begin to tell you how much I adore this man. I don’t think I have ever had so much respect for a defender in my life. Our Captain is seriously freaking AMAZING. He chased, he punched, he tackled, he applied pressure, he ran back to clear the ball, he played with a freaking half broken hand! He cracked a rib and continued to play like there was nothing wrong! I am seriously in LOVE with Nick Maxwell’s dedication and commitment as our leader.

I watched the last 9 mins with the blanket over my head, peeing through occasionally, but I just didn’t want to see.

When Buddy kicked that amazing goal, I had accepted defeat, game over.

I pulled the blanket over my head; I just wanted the world to leave me alone.

My Mum and Aunty Mary were watching in the lounge and calling me over to watch it on the widescreen, but when it’s like this I needed to be alone. I could hear Mum yelling at Dawesy, her ‘footy fiancé, cheering him on, threatening him with a wedding cancellation if we lost. We went forward but couldn’t get a mark; Luke Ball somehow got his hand on the footy and snapped a goal!

I screamed and threw the blanket off my head….the room started spinning, at any moment I was sure to pass out. There was still time, it only took the Hawks one kick from the middle to get it to a forward. Rioli was surging forward; I’m sure at that moment my heart stopped. Out of no where flying blonde locks came sprinting after him, Daisy Thomas reached out, pushed forward and laid the tackle that saved us the match.

The boys began to chip the ball around like teens at the park, as if the last seconds of the match were not melting away and we weren’t only 3 points up- cool, calm and collected. With 5 seconds left I stormed from the bed room, through the house to the lounge screaming and crying like a twelve year old chasing Justin Bieber.

I made it to the lounge just as the siren sounded. My aunty, mum and I huddled in front of the TV hugging, jumping and screaming.

My face was a flushed pink, my hands were shaking, I couldn’t breathe!

Then it sunk in, Hawks players slumped to the ground, my boys rejoicing. I had my hands on my burning cheeks, all I could do was shake my head, all I could say was “oh…my god…” over and over.

These boys, my Collingwood boys- one day they’ll be the death of me.


Collingwood- 10. 8. (68)

Hawthorn- 9. 11. (65)


About Danielle Eid

Im 23, cute and most importantly im the Collingwood Football Club's very own PRINCESS!! :) A Latrobe Uni graduate from Bachelor of Journalism. Admirer of Samantha Lane and Jon Ralph. Not your typical 'Robot Journalist' Loves Alex Fasolo


  1. Andrew Starkie says

    Well done, Danielle.

    Good teams find a way to win.

    Are you coming to the lunch on Friday?

    If so, see you there.

  2. forwardpocket says

    Great read as usual Danni. “peeing through occasionally” is surely typo of the year! Go pies! The shackles are off!! Release the Krak(ouer)en!

  3. to be honest i almost did pee my pants from nervousness!!!
    Maybe that’s why people treat half time as the toilet break.

  4. Guess thats what you call a Freudian typo??! lol

  5. Well written. You described our rollercoaster match EXCELLENT. Cant wait for your next blog GO MIGHTY MAGPIES

  6. Thanks Michelle :)
    yeah, GO THE MAGGIES!!!!! :D

  7. Well done danielle, they certainly tested our faith.
    best of luck for saturday!

  8. Danielle,

    Are you OK now?? Are you ready to go around again?

    We Pie fans are a tough old lot and have been tested many times. That win was as good as you’ll get. It’s just the type of win to get the boys, written off by most now, rolling again.

    Bally, Pendles, Swanny, Trav, Maxy, Daisy, Shawry, Sidey, Dawsey, Reidy, Jols, Taz, Dids, Krak, Toovs, Johnno, Leon, Wellers, Leroy, Harry, Blairy & Fas… quitters in that lot so hold onto your horses and let Mick stir them up on Saturday.

    It should be a classic.

  9. Hey John, thanks :)

    Bakes, i’m fine now :)
    Yes, i have to say i’m very happy with the Fasolo change- he seems to rock up in all the right places, could tip the scales our way :)

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