I ran into a cousin and his son as I was entering the ground on GF day. Actually I was in the ground, but trying to make my way to my seat.
Getting into the ground was an adventure in itself as a horde of noisy GWS fans crossed the overpass right as I began to queue at gate 1.
The first funny thing was how none of them seemed to understand how a queue works, but I guess considering their crowd sizes we can forgive them for that.
Back to the cousin. He's from a small town on the Murray River, NSW side of the border. It's actually from where I was originally from. We exchanged plesantries and he looked at me with this really serious look, all decked out in GWS colors and says "mate they are really hungry"!
I can't remember my exact response, but it must have been slightly dismissive because he seemed to feel the need to reaffirm his original observation.
"No seriously mate, they are really hungry"!
The conversation if you could call it that went for maybe 5 minutes and kept returning to this "hungry" with the serious look and the bulging eyeballs.
Post siren, I tried to seek him out, but he'd already left, I'm guessing to catch the 3.30pm Vrail to Swan Hill.
So I just sent him a text instead suggesting they must have stepped out for pizza before the game.
He musn't have checked his phone yet as I haven't had a reply.
3 and a half months, I hope he's ok!
Getting into the ground was an adventure in itself as a horde of noisy GWS fans crossed the overpass right as I began to queue at gate 1.
The first funny thing was how none of them seemed to understand how a queue works, but I guess considering their crowd sizes we can forgive them for that.
Back to the cousin. He's from a small town on the Murray River, NSW side of the border. It's actually from where I was originally from. We exchanged plesantries and he looked at me with this really serious look, all decked out in GWS colors and says "mate they are really hungry"!
I can't remember my exact response, but it must have been slightly dismissive because he seemed to feel the need to reaffirm his original observation.
"No seriously mate, they are really hungry"!
The conversation if you could call it that went for maybe 5 minutes and kept returning to this "hungry" with the serious look and the bulging eyeballs.
Post siren, I tried to seek him out, but he'd already left, I'm guessing to catch the 3.30pm Vrail to Swan Hill.
So I just sent him a text instead suggesting they must have stepped out for pizza before the game.
He musn't have checked his phone yet as I haven't had a reply.
3 and a half months, I hope he's ok!