6 minutes ago, Monbon said:

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And, Daisycutter, I feel so sorry for John Crow Batty because you have labelled him an Anglophobe. How do you know he is not directly descended from Sassenachs?  Which, in itself, is a quandary, because if he was a Sassenach then he may well be an Angle Phobe, because the Sassenachs was the Scottish term for Poms, i.e. Saxons. Therefore, if he was descended just from Angles, the other German tribe - which it delights me to say was what England was named after, ha ha, just as France was named after another German Tribe - the Franks, well, ya gotta get some pleasures in life as a German immigrant,  then he wouldn't by definition be an Anglophobe. See how complicated all this can get?????😋😍😎

here ya go

4 hours ago, John Crow Batty said:

. A throwback to aggressive zero sum what ever it takes to win Anglocentric colonial/settler culture. It is what it is and now only legal implications not player welfare keep egregious brutality in check.

You managed to infer violence in football is due to Anglocentric Colonialism.  

Apparently other non Anglo cultures didn't have violence in their societies.

 

1 hour ago, Go the Biff said:

Shouldn't be on that list.  Bloke was a star and played fair. Conan was his in club nickname as I recall. 

He's been replaced by Cam brown.

Ayres, by the way, was no saint. Just watch how he and Langford punched Jackson in the head every time he went for a mark in the infamous Mathews/Bruhns match. I was standing on Camberwell railway station listening to it on my Tranni - it meant something else in them days - and they blamed Jackson for the whole shemozzle. However, if you watch the preceding ten minutes or so, you see Geelong attack, Jackson flies, Langford and Ayres behind him punching the back of his head every time. Jackson at first looked at the umpire pleading for justice, then took 'the law' into his own hands and struck back. As usual, the victim became the so-called aggressor. ( I actually have met Gary a few times - he took my job when I left Dorado Wines as a rep in 1984 courtesy of the invitation to leave by the owners. He subsequently bought a Fine Wine Outlet in Middle Park with his Bro and I tried to sell wine to him. A really nice, humble bloke...)

5 minutes ago, Cranky Franky said:

You managed to infer violence in football is due to Anglocentric Colonialism.  

Apparently other non Anglo cultures didn't have violence in their societies.

 

No, Cranky, they didn't incorporate their violence into their sport. Example, Soccer, Fussball... Golf, Tennis, Two Up,  

On 6/8/2023 at 4:17 PM, hemingway said:

Our own Rodney Balls Grinter would be disappointed. 

Rod Grinter was something else imho - he was a sacrificial lamb who would do anything for the benefit of the Demons. He was very effective in clearing the slate through acts of what the media regarded as 'thuggery' but they could go to the other 'uggery' if you ask me. His career was heavily curtailed by 'acts of immense generosity' towards the team against the assumptive actions and brutality of opponents. Some of those were delivered with enthusiasm, some were last resorts. We were not a powerful team in that era - Rod stood up making many opponents think twice either before or after it was medicine time.  The cowards avoided him onfield; the brave generally wore the consequences. At least it can be said that Rod Grinter kept the Tribunal in employment through acts of restitution and levelling. 

27 minutes ago, Monbon said:

He's been replaced by Cam brown.

Ayres, by the way, was no saint. Just watch how he and Langford punched Jackson in the head every time he went for a mark in the infamous Mathews/Bruhns match. I was standing on Camberwell railway station listening to it on my Tranni - it meant something else in them days - and they blamed Jackson for the whole shemozzle. However, if you watch the preceding ten minutes or so, you see Geelong attack, Jackson flies, Langford and Ayres behind him punching the back of his head every time. Jackson at first looked at the umpire pleading for justice, then took 'the law' into his own hands and struck back. As usual, the victim became the so-called aggressor. ( I actually have met Gary a few times - he took my job when I left Dorado Wines as a rep in 1984 courtesy of the invitation to leave by the owners. He subsequently bought a Fine Wine Outlet in Middle Park with his Bro and I tried to sell wine to him. A really nice, humble bloke...)

Are you referring to Mark Jackson? I can't imagine how difficult it would be to play football either with or against someone like him. 

12 hours ago, Monbon said:

Rodney was molto tuffo, but actually only committed one crime - against Wallace.

I left Ditterich out because I'm sentimental as anything, ditto Danny Hughes and Ray Biffen. 

Then again, if I had to choose who was the most cunning sniper between Ditterich and Don Scott, Scott wins by a mile. Scott's specialty was picking on the little fellas...

Ditterich was a hard footy player..   the idea of a backward step was either impossible or never considered.  I mainly watched him in the red and blue..   I find it hard to categorise him as a thug..   an Equaliser most certainly...and i can only imagine his craft in the ruck was such it was never mistaken for an invite to afternoon tea.

Footy can be hard without being nasty..  Ill give big Carl a nod as hard, not nasty. 

53 minutes ago, La Dee-vina Comedia said:

Are you referring to Mark Jackson? I can't imagine how difficult it would be to play football either with or against someone like him. 

Yes, the commentators claimed Mark Jackson started it. If you watch the footage, Jackson just got sick of being punched in the head every time he few for a mark,

Yep, he was a clown, but that's hardly relevant to what Matthews did...

2 hours ago, daisycutter said:

here ya go

I can't buy Bex anywhere!

6 minutes ago, Monbon said:

I can't buy Bex anywhere!

That's not a typo is it ? ? 

1 hour ago, Deemania since 56 said:

Rod Grinter was something else imho - he was a sacrificial lamb who would do anything for the benefit of the Demons. He was very effective in clearing the slate through acts of what the media regarded as 'thuggery' but they could go to the other 'uggery' if you ask me. His career was heavily curtailed by 'acts of immense generosity' towards the team against the assumptive actions and brutality of opponents. Some of those were delivered with enthusiasm, some were last resorts. We were not a powerful team in that era - Rod stood up making many opponents think twice either before or after it was medicine time.  The cowards avoided him onfield; the brave generally wore the consequences. At least it can be said that Rod Grinter kept the Tribunal in employment through acts of restitution and levelling. 

I only met the bloke once..   was with brother in law and he had got us decent tix  in the AFL section ( he's an ex player...just not the Dees)..  i digress.

Was a Melb v Carlton game.. maybe 5/6 years ago.

We were just watching the game when B-I-L nudges me.. hey, there's ol' Balls.. I'll introduce you.   So we ambled over and exchanged "pleasantries"..    I could tell he felt a bit "Johnny on the spot"..  as i turned to leave... I extended my hand and as we shook I offered one last salution... with a bit of a winky-nod I simply said.. "thankyou"..   took him a few seconds... and returned a wry smile.

Oh..we smacked the Blues too..  twas a good day

22 minutes ago, beelzebub said:

That's not a typo is it ? ? 

No, the old Have a Bex and a lie down - an aspirin, no longer made...check one of Daisycutter's later replies on this topic...

Just now, Monbon said:

No, the old Have a Bex and a lie down - an aspirin, no longer made...check one of Daisycutter's later replies on this topic...I know you're takin the mickey...😋😂🥰😘

 

15 minutes ago, Monbon said:

No, the old Have a Bex and a lie down - an aspirin, no longer made...check one of Daisycutter's later replies on this topic...

I'm well familar with Bex..     😉

You into cricket ?...  might’ve gone through to the keeper :)

As they say, bin zick, luckily Mon is out, H, our daughter, has chucked her normal set of wobblies at me, and I've worked on my new story # 71, called The Funeral, nothing to do with 'Baked Meats' a la H.G. Wells and Mister Polly, to do with the construction of a Russian Orthodox church along Merrie Creek in the early 1990's, and have done the rounds of You Tube, settled for some Thomas Tallis - the 5 part Mass, or, Mess(e) as we call it in German, and have the mute button on watching last night's Mini match.

What I have noticed about my reaction these days when I watch any footy is my sense of appreciation at the skill levels, so much so, that even when I'm watching Demons replays - I can't watch real game time any more, missed the 2021 Grand Final for this reason, due to the fact that between 1965 and 2010, I bore witness to way too many heartbreaks, yes, there were the wunderbahr moments BUT ... - when an opposition player does something remarkable, a mark, a brilliant handball etc, I find myself applauding skill. This is I believe the origin of my posting of Saints and Thugs. In other words, to watch the fearless magicians of our crazy game - which, by definition MUST be so hard to umpire - is a thing of joy and beauty. To be able to witness these wonderful achievements of skill is one of life's joys. 

I can relate to this as a proud father. Our daughter is and always was tall. She was inducted into Netball in year 5 or 6, had no idea about any aspect of the game, you know the scenario, friends take it up so you do and all she really had was fantastic eye to hand co-ordination - in other words, like her dad who played Sub District Firsts Cricket, Under 16 Footy where he kicked 2 goals in a Semi, his opponent Laurie Sandilands - and her coach soon realized she would never be a defender because when the ball was in her attacking half, her eyes would wonder to everything around her. They lost every game until at the 3rd break of a game in which they were behind but playing a side also in the Hades side of the ladder, her coach - a 14 year old girl -  made H the goal shooter. She netted 3, they won their first game. She played Goal Shooter for the remaining part of her short lived netball career. It culminated in a Spring Fling grand Final against Melbourne Girls Grammar. In the Grand Final between the same teams during the main season, her coach had 'rested' her at 3 quarter time because they were in front. The opposition took advantage of H's absence and came from behind and won.

Fast forward to the Grand Final of Spring Fling, same teams. In the first half, H played like a teenager obsessed. She was a 14 year old goal-shooter who played in higher grades in the afternoons. The game was over at half time. H destroyed them. She was ferocious, intensity and determination all over. And, I'll add lovely, gentle sportswomanship, if her opponent slipped or fell - she would help them get up. I couldn't help but gently weep at what I had seen.

And, by the way, she hated it when I praised her. Who said being a dad is easy...

 

 

 

30 minutes ago, beelzebub said:

I'm well familar with Bex..     😉

You into cricket ?...  might’ve gone through to the keeper :)

I was, until Christmas 1970 when I totally bombed out in a Sub District Firsts match at Ivanhoe where John Salvado and Normie Dare's left handed speed of light brother made me look third rate, the greatest living German cricketer. I could go on about how I opened the bowling AND the batting...How I could return a ball over the stumps from the furtherest field, about how at 50, my arm turned into a noodle! And when we fielded later that day, I dropped three catches - blisters on both palms from a day's toil replacing grass with pebbles at my landlord's house - ouch ouch ouch. My brother who is 701 still plays - he was on the brink of selection for the Geriatric Ashes Tour currently taking place, 13th man or some such...

Edited June 9, 20232 yr by Monbon

10 hours ago, John Crow Batty said:

 

 

Edited June 9, 20232 yr by redandbluemakepurple

11 hours ago, Monbon said:

I was, until Christmas 1970 when I totally bombed out in a Sub District Firsts match at Ivanhoe where John Salvado and Normie Dare's left handed speed of light brother made me look third rate, the greatest living German cricketer. I could go on about how I opened the bowling AND the batting...How I could return a ball over the stumps from the furtherest field, about how at 50, my arm turned into a noodle! And when we fielded later that day, I dropped three catches - blisters on both palms from a day's toil replacing grass with pebbles at my landlord's house - ouch ouch ouch. My brother who is 701 still plays - he was on the brink of selection for the Geriatric Ashes Tour currently taking place, 13th man or some such...

i played football with john salvado in 1970. east malvern, federal league. he played full forward. think salvado kicked a ton that year or maybe the year before/after?