Sometimes the (mundane) trip to the football was just as memorable as the game itself.
1. I think about 1971 Melbourne thrashed North by over 100 points. Because we had never been to this ground we were over 5 minutes late. At that stage Melbourne already had 7 goals on the board.
2. My brother and i walked from Springvale to VFL park waverley in the early 70s and we sat near the fence on the wing getting drenched and frozen. Covered ourselves in soaking newspapers. Couldn't take it any more so walked home at half-time only to discover we had gone down in a low-scoring thriller.
3. 1976, last round and we would have been a very worthy finalist. Dominated the pies at Victoria park but other games didn't go our way. Stood on the wing, elevated on cans.
4. In the mid 70s we journeyed again to the park, this time in Ray's immaculate black P76. Unfortunately Ray drove through a red light at Jell's road and put a big dint in that beautiful car.
5. This is a generic mash-up of many games: Ray and I would head straight from our Springvale under 12s game and catch a blue or red train to Richmond. Phil Rhoden would be kicking drop kicks from full back in the twos. At the ground would consume a jar of koolmints and on the way home a bag of hot donuts. At Springvale would buy 20 cents chips, a piece of flake (possibly potato cakes @5 cents each). Then wash down with can of RC cola 18 cents. Usually Melbourne lost. One highlight would be screaming loudly during the 2nd term as Dillon or Parke performed heroics. Usually someone like Royce Hart would then take over in the 3rd quarter and we would be smashed.