Ha. Same here as a 10yo with my Filth supporting dad. He’d take me to Vic Park a lot, but to be fair he took me to Melbourne games too. I’d collect ‘cash-a-cans’ with random other kids whilst dodging the flying ciggie butts and bodily fluids. Climb the back of the scoreboard at half time while dad was at the bar.
The others kids that day were all Pies and were giving me heAps early in the game. Then Jacko came back on, went berserk and made for a great day! I wasn’t very tough as a kid, but Jacko made me feel invincible as I gave it back to those kids.