Demonstone

Fixed.

I've still got the VHS from that one and the Sydney game but I'm not sure how they'd play 31 years later. 1987 was different in that the VFL and the commercial TV stations had a falling out and the ABC stepped in at the very last minute. Notice there were only two commentators and how much better that was!

Thanks for posting that, it remains probably my favourite day at the footy. However, the commentators are neither Tim Lane nor Kevin Bartlett. One of them is Bobby Skilton and the other I'm not sure.

It's obvious. Straight swap for Hogan.

Anyone that never saw the great David Schwarz in his pomp really should watch those 1994 finals, especially the one against Footscray, to see just how good "Nureyev!!" was.

Let's hope he brings home the bacon.

[censored] off with your politics.

I was only just talking to my family. They seem nice.

I just love Weed. So much so that Bob Marley had a t-shirt with my face on it.

It's nice that we've got two weeks to soak this up.

Get that piece of filth out of your avatar and favourite players and stop defiling our magnificent site.

As long as no-one leaves the cake out in the rain. I don't think that I could take it.

"Evil" may not be Jetta's middle name, but it's half of his first name.

You could get infected if the wrong insect bit you ... a Hepatitis Bee for example.

Sounds like Jack isn't the only precious, fragile Darling across there at The Boo Factory.

And none of it true.

I've seen worse on this forum. Some posters have managed to convince themselves that the whole competition is rigged, orchestrated by Gil at HQ and with all the umpires and coaches in on it.

That was alright I suppose.

There appears to be a fascination among the media and wider public with Melbourne and its finals chances. Does this mean that we are relevant again? Are they scared of what we will become and are getting a few cheap punches in now?

Maybe you're just making arsumptions about the hole thing.

No, I'm afraid that Jack. Louie and Bob have all left us now.

The cretins on Bomberblitz reckon they've got him, and they always seem to have the good dope.

Interesting story, and seeing as the year was 1974 the coach referred in less than glowing terms was R. Skilton.

Can't imagine he'll ever play another game in his life.

You forgot to mention Elvis behind the grassy knoll causing 9/11 at the AFL's direction to distract from the faked moon landing.