Chris Bracher
Lost in a sea of AFL club-song mimicry, is this beautiful song that for well over 50 years rattled the walls of the old Winch sheds after a victory:
We are, we are, we are, we are, we are the Winchelsea Boys
We can,we can, we can, we can demolish forty beers
Drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum, drink rum for all of us
And we don’t give a bugger for any poor bugger who don’t give a bugger for us Oi!!
(To the tune of Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord)
Quarter of a century on, my old woolly still gets an outing each Wednesday training night for the mighty Melbourne Super-rules Club.
CB ( aka “Curly Austin” in those halcyon days)
Apologies for:
1. The use of an upside-down Burley in the absence of a Sherrin 2. The less than flat palm holding the ball. Sorry purists.
3. The weird angle of the right arm…..a lasting legacy of bone breakage, Superules-style.
Top jumper Chris.
One of my three jokes is about footy jumpers. The punch line used to be “Williamstown” – I can now change it to “Winchelsea”
Just got to this one Swish…apologies. I’m keen to read those jokes.
C
OMG it’s amazing what you stumble across when looking for something vaguely connected…no not Winch but Patto.