1980 A Personal Footy Almanac – Round 21, Saturday 23 August, v North Melbourne, Arden Street Oval

I’m pacing the floor of a stately, shady old house in Brighton, Adelaide. I’m secluded in an ornate living room where the house’s one radio is located. The setting is incongruous enough for a football broadcast. The house looks like footy has never before sullied its oh-so-respectable interior. But it’s me who is really out [Read more]

1980 A Personal Footy Almanac – Round 17, Saturday 26 July, v Geelong, MCG

This feels more like it. After a topsy-turvey fortnight, walking into a packed MCG for another huge home game has a comforting but invigorating feel. The pressure’s been on me this week with midyear exams in full swing, so it’s great to get outdoors and see the heat turned onto my team instead. After losing [Read more]

1980 A Personal Footy Almanac – Round 8, Saturday 17 May, v Carlton, MCG

It’s 12.30pm and the upper deck of the Southern Stand is already a sea of faces. Sure, the cool, showery weather has encouraged the early arrivals to grab the under cover seats, but this crowd isn’t just regulars huddled together for shelter. This is huge. I grab one of the few remaining areas of bench [Read more]

1980 A Personal Footy Almanac – Round 2, Saturday 5 April v Essendon, MCG

  by Sam Steele It’s the Easter weekend. The weather forecast is glorious. The family’s at Dromana, grabbing a last chance at some beach time before the onset of winter. It’s an annual tradition. Non-negotiable. For a footy-mad 16 year old, being stuck over an hour from Melbourne, without any means of transport, this is [Read more]

1980 – A Personal Footy Almanac

Round 1, Saturday 29 March v Hawthorn, Princes Park by Sam Steele I’m walking-running from the North Coburg tram through Princes Park towards the stadium that shares its name. Queen’s “Crazy Little Thing Called Love”, the No.1 hit at the time, is playing in my head (unassisted by any iPod, or even a Walkman). The [Read more]

1980 – A Personal Footy Almanac

  by Sam Steele Introduction Thirty-two years on, it’s sobering to realise that half Richmond’s current fan base have no direct memories of our last Premiership. The optimistic ones talk about our next Flag, but with all the belief of world-weary office workers, mouthing their idle Monday-morning pipedream of one day winning Tattslotto. As one [Read more]