Where were you?

I was a 5yo in London...oblivious to this wonderful game.

I was a 5yo in London...oblivious to this wonderful game.

Fixed with extra choice added.

I was 15 months old so probably not a great deal!!

I was a 5yo in London...oblivious to this wonderful game.

so you were a happy little marmite?

Forward pocket at city end south.

I was a member of the cheer squad in the early '60's, and have great memories from that time. I'd catch the first train (5:15am) to the footy, or we'd sleep out (every ground except Vic Park - too dangerous).

For home games at the'G we'd raid every toilet block around the area where the tennis centre now sits, grabbing toilet rolls to throw. I would have spent the best part of two hours on Friday night tearing up phone books (remember them?).

Many of us in the cheer squad were responsible for a banner. Mine was 'The never-say-die Demons' - fortunately one of the shorter (lighter) ones to carry.

At the 1964 GF, as a 13 y-o, I was seated on the northern flank. Gabba stumbled and fumbled right past me to score 'that goal'. I vaguely remember having thoughts of jumping the fence and tripping him up!

A shout out to cheer squad leader Malcolm Turner if you happen to be a DL'er.

I was a twinkle in my fathers eye!

Not even an itch in Daddy's pants yet

My dad and I listened to the game. (He was a blues supporter) I remember the incredible tension and excitement of the final moments. Mum's old radio was fairly crackling with crowd noise and the commentator's excitement.

I was at the game in the members.....I nearly had a heart attack at the tender age of 13

too young to be aware, as I lived in a Carlton dominated household.

I may not have known it was even on.

My mother was 11.

My dad and I listened to the game. (He was a blues supporter) I remember the incredible tension and excitement of the final moments. Mum's old radio was fairly crackling with crowd noise and the commentator's excitement.

My dad was a Blue right thru, & my big sister followed him.

mum was a quiet & passive demon, unbeknown to me at the time.

My Grandad (mums) was a Demon, thru & thru. he's was my inspiration.

Both my parents were living the the great sperm bank in the sky. Their greatness was not yet known to the world, and mine was but the fevered dream of a madman.

We had recently moved to East Melbourne from Collingwood. I was 6 years old. We lived in Powlett St near Wellington Parade. I remember standing at our front fence watching the throngs walk past to the game and also after the game. A drunken Melbourne supporter gave me and my brother a 2 pound note as we watched the passing parade from our fence. I remember well the colour and spectacle of all the floggers. Many supporters carried them at the time. I already followed Melbourne then but I can't remember if I listened to the game on the radio. Being so young it was no big deal that we won. I expected that winning flags was something nice that happened often like getting an icecream every Sunday. Never would have thought that it would be last time.

About 60 days old....

Behind the goals Jolimont end standing area, couldn't get a seat. I was by myself, I didn't have any friends that supported Melbourne.

I was 10 years old. My family and I missed the semi-final belting of Collingwood as we were in Sydney but returned in time to go to the grand final. My parents were Melbourne tragics and even though I was just a little boy I went to every game and saw every one of the premierships of the 50's. Trouble is, I can't remember them other than a fleeting memory of the mud in 1960.

In 1964, we sat on the upper level of the Southern Stand. I can remember Gabelich's run to the Punt Road goal and Cromptons goal at the Jolimont end. Here's the thing - winning premierships in those days was just so normal! Melbourne was an absolute powerhouse in those days and it's supporter base was every bit as big as Collingwood. Nobody could possibly think that we wouldn't have won another premiership since. It was just inconceivable.

i was 17 at the time and not yet a demon supporter

so i don't remember what i was doing that day - probably thinking of girls

I was 10 years old. My family and I missed the semi-final belting of Collingwood as we were in Sydney but returned in time to go to the grand final. My parents were Melbourne tragics and even though I was just a little boy I went to every game and saw every one of the premierships of the 50's. Trouble is, I can't remember them other than a fleeting memory of the mud in 1960.

In 1964, we sat on the upper level of the Southern Stand. I can remember Gabelich's run to the Punt Road goal and Cromptons goal at the Jolimont end. Here's the thing - winning premierships in those days was just so normal! Melbourne was an absolute powerhouse in those days and it's supporter base was every bit as big as Collingwood. Nobody could possibly think that we wouldn't have won another premiership since. It was just inconceivable.

the pies have only had 2 since; but plenty to cheer.

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i was 17 at the time and not yet a demon supporter

so i don't remember what i was doing that day - probably thinking of girls

My Dad took me and we were right on the Fence!

Seems appropriate.

i was probably up to no good on the streets of Liverpool in England, oh the joys of a misspent youth

Mum was 3 years old and i wasn't even dream.