But since then, we have been disruptive.
Brendan and Peggy do not sing from the AFL hymn book, and, through success and integrity, have developed the clout and respect to push back.
Back then, we were a cute story, to be patronised. Then we became a disruptor. We won the wrong way, and too often. We held back the love child. We were precocious, and then dominant. We ruined the first interstate grand final. We challenged the fixturing. We badmouthed their stadium. We defied equalisation.
He may have wanted us to fill their pockets for a season. But he oversaw a radical change to the fabric of the sport, specifically designed to hobble us.
It is us against the world.