Call Me What You Will

As an aside, I was born in January 1958 - my mum was a long standing Demon fan and had grown in the 30’s 40’s and 50’s and had literally seen them all!!! In 1958, she organised tickets and a baby sitter for her first born so she and dad could go to see us equal the filth’s record. We know what happened next, and I have felt that jinx ever since!! In 64, mum was inside with my 2 younger siblings who had come along and dad and I were outside “doing some gardening” with the radio blaring across the back lawn. When the siren went dad (who is a kiwi and only a token Aussie rules supporter) grabbed my little footy and threw it so high into the air that I thought it would land on the roof!! I remember great excitement and joy and sitting listening to older Melbourne cousins and uncles when they returned from the game and who re-lived Gabo’s run and Froggie’s goal over and over again. I love this club - despite all the bad times since - go Dees on Saturday in the West and may we again dare to dream!! Go lads!

Wow! A bit harsh I would have thought.

Ahhhh! HSC English - 1975! What a night for reflection!!

That last game in 1976 was when Laurie Fowler was knocked out by Wearmouth in the first quarter in front of the outer ground. I remember he was carried around the boundary line on a stretcher to a tumultuous ovation from the demon faithful down the outer wing. Clearly inspired the fans and the team on the ground as our victory guaranteed the filths first wooden spoon. Collingwood coach? - Murray Weideman!! Also I remember that it was reported that our Bobby Skilton was hammered by meat pies as he walked around the boundary line in front of the "social" club at the end of the game. In terms of "match day" experience, I reckon this one was up there with 1987 at the western Oval.

Hi all - First time post for me - inspired by the 70s retro conversation. I was a young teenager in the early 70s and I remember John Hartman well. Always felt "safe" knowing John, the Animal and his other mates were pitched behind the goals at the away grounds. The other name I remember was Steve Hartung (I think). A great spoken memory of Steve was at Collingwood in the last round of 1976, when he came up to me during the last quarter and said 'if we win this and get into the finals, we'll arrange for tickets at the end of the game' - alas not to be. Great memories, great times!