1 minute ago, Demonland said:

A Reverse Bradbury?

Should have been well aware of what I was getting myself into. However, following Melbourne has given me untold resilience.

15 minutes ago, Supermercado said:

Should have been well aware of what I was getting myself into. However, following Melbourne has given me untold resilience.

I tell myself that I'm a great dad by bestowing upon my kids hard life lessons by forcing them to barrack for the Dees but I'm probably going to hell. Flame on. 

9 hours ago, ManDee said:

I seem to recall he preferred to be called a Scotsman not an Irishman, I may be wrong. 

Jesus was born in a stable yet wasn't a horse.

Sean Wight (Not White) was brought up in Kerry,  Gaelic football is religion down in the Kingdom.

Jim was from Rathfarnham, South West Dublin

I thought i was going to die during that ‘88 Elimination Final

watching the live feed from the Truck back into the newsroom 

30 years ago....

wow!

Back in the day my old man was looking after some business people from the US head office of his firm. It was suggested he take them to see this wonderful game ... it's football, but "Australian" rules!

The Oz office lined it all up. And of course it was at the icy wasteland known as VFL park. A nondescript game between Footscray and South Melbourne. Or some other uninteresting combination, I can't remember.

He got back home late that night and told us what went down. They all ended up as guests of Allen Aylett. In a corporate box of course, you ask? No, the poor buggers were outside exposed to the elements on the wooden seats. Not being forewarned about the supernatural weather at VFL park, they were not dressed for it either.

They spent 3 or 4 hours shivering their [censored] off, bewildered and huddling together for warmth, waiting for the earliest possible opportunity to get away with Aylett in their ear the whole time on the finer points of a game they couldn't care less about and probably ended up hating.

They would have had a better and more cultural experience standing on empty beer cans and wading through rivers of urine at Victoria Park or the Western Oval.