Almanac Rugby League – All goes to script

So here I am, sitting in my house in Melbourne, straight off the plane from a business trip to India, with a mate from England, ready to watch a game of footy between a team from Queensland that everyone in NSW hates playing a team from NSW that everyone in Australia (outside of Manly) hates. [Read more]

Saying goodbye to the Dogs: 2011

  by Kerrie Soraghan  It’s the second last week of the season, and we’re at the ‘G’, watching the Dogs take on the Hawks. We’ve gone along, not thinking we’re a chance to win, but because that’s just what you do when you’re a Dogs fan. You turn up with stoicism, switch on the self-deprecating humour, [Read more]

A merger with the Cervantes Tiger Sharks

  by Damian  Callinan ‘Do you mind if we start another 15 late? The chef wants to do the dishes now so he can f*#k off home?’   As I changed into my costume behind the modest screen that only barely concealed me from the queue for the kitchen bain maries and didn’t at all [Read more]

Almanac Rugby League – A Day for Darren

Tickets for this match sold out weeks beforehand, in fact well before I was asked to review it for the Almanac. So I watched on the big screen in the lounge after an earlier sumptuous lunch. With pen and paper poised and radio on hand to get comments from ABC Grandstand, I was up for [Read more]

The Footygods: the Fates

  The Fates spun and cut the thread of your life. Clotho would spin the thread upon her spindle. Lachesis would measure it out and Atropos would cut it and you were gone. It didn’t matter how good you were for the vast bulk of your days on earth; if you came to the end [Read more]

True Blue Siddle

   by Bob Utber You can take the boy out of the bush but you can’t take the bush out of the boy. So it is with Peter Siddle. When he saw me on Day 1 that cheeky grin came over his face and he first words were “what the hell  are you doing here? [Read more]

Happy Father’s Day

by Josh Barnstable I am so glad my dad isn’t a Carlton or Essendon supporter. For two reasons mainly. #1 – The DVD pack of every Grand Final win we got him for Fathers Day featured just the 5 DVD’s, not 16, therefore a much lower price. #2 – who WOULD want a dad that [Read more]

Crio’s Q: Memorable beginnings

NicNat passed the 50 game milestone and then prepared for his first finals appearance with a customarily flamboyant performance – some question his four quarter contribution, but no one contests that each week he provides at least one memorable grab for the highlights reel. It puts him in a “special” realm. Who else could match the big Eagle’s [Read more]

Haiku Bob – round 24: some buds open

spring evening squealing cats spoil my dreams packed ‘G long after the goal I hear it fast moving clouds a chain of handpasses ends with a goal the curved path of the moon — Fasolo from the pocket last drinks our last goal turns out to be our last filling the half-empty stadium final siren [Read more]

SAAFL Action: Eyes on the ball

Our Great Game encompasses grace, ballet and poise and power. It also encompasses this. Photo: anonymous (no one owned up). Grade: Low  

Saints v Blues: Schneider here and there!

I was filled with a sense of foreboding as I sat up in the Ponsford and Carlton ran onto the ground. No Jamison, no Carrazzo, the enigmatic Thornton rested and no jumpin’ Jarrod Waite up forward. A pointless match for a four points and all the omens were bad While St. Kilda warmed up intensely, [Read more]

Dennis Collins 1953-2011: Sayonara Scruff

Last Wednesday former Footscray,Carlton & Richmondwingman Dennis Collins died suddenly of a heart attack in the in rural Western Australian town of Hyden. He was 58 years of age. Collins was recruited by VFL side Footscray from FDFL club Braybrook and made his senior VFL debut in 1972. Collins was in good company following the [Read more]

Confident, Confused, Content

With the Hawks in winning form and the finals upon us, I’m feeling quietly confident, though a little confused. I’d written the Cats off just a week ago.  I’ve been writing them off all year.  All season, I’ve watched and waited for the once mighty to fall, their gallant but weary warriors unable to defy [Read more]

THE WRAP – ROUND XXIV

WHERE LIFE IMITATES SPORT What a round it’s been in Footy Eddie.  Firstly, let’s find out if that runaway wheel that spun off the Carringbush Bandwagon hit anyone.  They can build up a good deal of speed and do some severe damage.  Especially to those riding up in the front of The Bandwagon.  The Hawks [Read more]

Almanac Rugby League – Free of the rubbish and smiling

I love rugby league. A few years ago, I was asked by a neighbour whether I had watched the Bledisloe Cup. I explained that I had not, because it clashed with 13th placed Penrith playing 14th placed North Queensland in the mud, in front of 5,000 people. He still thinks I was joking. And so, [Read more]

Almanac Rugby League – Weyman sets the Dragon’s tone

What proved to me that Wayne Bennett is a coaching genius was the signing of Michael Weyman when he headed to the Dragons in 2009. For the record, I was aware of Bennett’s record of success with the Broncos (being a Dragons fan in 1992 and 1993, it’s impossible not to). But it was only [Read more]

Tigers vs Roos: An Abu Dhabi Perspective

At 7.00 am on a Sunday in Abu Dhabi it is 34 degrees and the humidity is rising. My aim today is to survive working, as well as get a good live radio stream of the last game of the last round of AFL football for 2011, that of my beloved tigers and the kangaroos. [Read more]

BROWNLOW VOTES IN GALLE

The final day at the G saw a brave defence by Mahela J and Angelo M with Mahela equalling DGB’s 29 test centruries and Angelo missing out by 5 playing the same windy woof that caused his demise in the first innings. Five wickets to Ryan Harris was the best performance in an attack that [Read more]

Borough Sting Scorpions

What a proud footy club the Borough is. One of only two stand alone clubs in the VFL, the other being Frankston, providing you don’t count Geelong and Collingwood, This year they are making every week a winning week. Undefeated at the end of the home and away, which is a first for the club.  [Read more]

Pendlebury

Pendlebury.   The pub was small and full. There was a great no-name band crammed into the corner, a few loose units dancing, people in booths talking, everybody pushing like mud rivers to get to get drinks, to the smoker’s section, to and from the fire. I wore them all, and the music, like a [Read more]