In the finest Almanac tradition, I can say- “I WAS THERE.” Matt has chatted with Malcolm in the far north, Flynny’s been bedazzled by Bubba at Augusta, Dips has saluted the winner at Stawell, and now I can declare that ‘I’ve been to Blacktown.’ I knew Blacktown was somewhere between Sydney and the Blue [Read more]
Divided Attention Ends Well
North Melbourne versus Geelong The baby’s due today and I’m at the footy. Now, that’s a sentence I never expected to write! Males readers are thinking: gutsy effort mate, but you might pay for it down the track. Female readers: selfish so-and-so, hope you pay for it down the track. The baby [Read more]
Starting to believe
It was instructive that, of all The Age’s expert tipsters, the “Village Idiot” was the only one brave enough to plump for the Kangaroos. This telling lack of confidence came on top of the SEN overnight boys who, in the early hours of Friday morning, predicted that North would be humbled. They generally know [Read more]
THE WRAP – ROUND III
WHERE LIFE IMITATES FOOTBALL What a round it’s been in Footy Eddie. On the Friday night The Rattzbaggers did to Collingwood what the butcher did to the lamb: carved it up. On Saturday it was The Tigers of Old who did the carving, this time of the moribund Redlegs. The Bloods withstood The Power challenge [Read more]
Sea Change
There is a sports (of sorts) ground at Weymouth, One of those village green type set ups on a hill over the back with cow crap patches waiting for the next incoming flight of dung beetles to clear the deck for an occasional holiday cricket match. But sport was off the agenda this weekend. [Read more]
The Footygods: Athena
Athena was the god of many things but one of the biggest was courage and one of the others was skill. She was so loved that she became the goddess of one of the greatest cities in the Greek world and gave it her name. Unlike her brother Ares, she approached battle as a test [Read more]
John Kingsmill’s Footy Diary: Round 3
Round Three, Think again The best thing about footy is that it only takes three weeks for the world to change, for nothing else to matter, for the dry summer to dissolve. Unexplainable gaps appear in the tipping comps; injuries punch holes in early balloons; new coaches are, suddenly, stranger than the ones they [Read more]
Crio’s Q: Nature vs Nurture
One of my petty prejudices is against left-handed golfers. I cower as they take stance, sure the ball is about to clatter in to me on the couch. In summary, they stand on the wrong side of the ball*. I rail against “flop shot” Phil and (yawn) “Snake” Chalmers. But there’s an exception…and he’s now [Read more]
TO THE KNOCKERS
TO THE KNOCKERS When your kid falls to the ground You don’t put him in the dock. You don’t walk away disgusted You don’t let his buddies mock. You pick him up and dust him off You whisper in his ear ‘Don’t listen to the blighters scoff Get up again and hear them cheer.’ That [Read more]
Clash of the Titans
This is the Clash of the Titans, Dustin Fletcher vs. Gary Ablett junior. Both play completely different game styles yet both equally important for their team. Dustin Fletcher is Essendon’s hero in defence, always there to stop a goal, get a match-saving tackle or spoil the AFL best defenders. He played for Essendon seven years [Read more]
Friday @ The Almanac
Chris Shinners takes readers on a 50km walk to visit
every VFL ground in Melbourne within a day HERE
Fremantle 12.16.88 d Hawthorn 11.7.73
Brisbane v Carlton
Port Adelaide v Western Bulldogs
North Melbourne v Sydney
GWS v Essendon
Gold Coast v St Kilda
Geelong v Collingwood
Melbourne v West Coast
Richmond v Adelaide
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BORDER WARS
By John Green We would all have to agree that the sport-as-war metaphor has been taken a little too far at times, especially by military history buffs like Mick Malthouse. But allow me to indulge myself for a moment. If I was comparing today’s Richmond-Melbourne clash to a famous battle, which conflict would I refer [Read more]
Coming of age
By Keiran Deck What was that? Did you say something? Must have been…Ouch! What is that? It looks like. Well I don’t know what it looks like…Ouch! Will you stop? I’m trying to…trying to. I’m trying to find out how to use these. They’re meaty and I can move them mighty fast. I might call [Read more]
An Evening to Forget
Collingwood vs Carlton. MCG 13: 4:2012 It started as an excellent evening. I drove to Fitzroy and found a legal park close to Victoria St so I could walk through the Gardens to the “G.” I had arranged to meet my daughter in Gertrude St for a meal before the Game and we found a [Read more]
All hail the Ross scallop pie, especially en route to the footy in Hobart
FEARLESS – Could it get any worse for the Demons? We hope not… Carlton headed north to the Gabba confident that the preseason woes were behind them. As if to emphasise this, Eddie Betts took two screamers, both requiring Air Traffic Control’s permission to land. After an even first half, the Murphy-led Blues exercised [Read more]
For Whom The Bell Tolls
Is it possible to have stretch marks on your heart? The tension and pressure of the final minutes of front running were almost too much for the mortal system of The Terrace. Not so for the inspiring and inspired performers of the GFC. Like the extraordinary waves that lashed the surf coast the week before, [Read more]
A modern-day (Tasmanian) parable
Easter Sunday dawned in Tassy and the natives awoke to three main news stories. Firstly the Easter Bunny had arrived and I’d consumed the ears out of three chocolate rabbits before arising. Secondly we met with a word unfamiliar to us in the southern outpost, Ominium. The nearest I’d heard of it was [Read more]
Da da da da daaa, da da da da daaa
I don’t’ despise nor loathe the Magpies. I simply hate them. Hate is the singular emotion that sums up a person’s utter contempt for their enemy. Not a Fatwa type of hate but the type that leads you to never mention their name without it being prefaced with a profanity. So as I settle in [Read more]
AFL? It’s not you, it’s me.
Autumn in Melbourne and another AFL season has begun —not that the game ever goes away round here. Not when the make up of some club’s “leadership group” (the players deemed least likely to snap bra straps in nightclubs, I assume) is considered worthy of a back page lead in summer. But the early salvos [Read more]











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