Things are grim, tough. We’ve been spoilt over the past four years but even in the darkest times we have supported the greatest, most unique club in the land. It’s time to go back over your greatest memories ever and who did you share them with?
Think hard, think long. For me it was drinking stubbies with my Dad and brother in Swan Street in 2017 after the Grand Final win. From 6pm till midnight it was footy’s version of Woodstock. A love fest that will never be repeated. Seeing a barbers open and give out free Dusty cuts. Seeing a bunch of 60 plus well to do ladies with a bottle of champagne each, no cups required. Hugging randoms and just laughing. The bloke with the trumpet out the front of the Corner hotel.
The ride isn’t ever, not even close but we need to stop and sniff the roses. We need to saviour the memories from every generation.
Think hard, think long. For me it was drinking stubbies with my Dad and brother in Swan Street in 2017 after the Grand Final win. From 6pm till midnight it was footy’s version of Woodstock. A love fest that will never be repeated. Seeing a barbers open and give out free Dusty cuts. Seeing a bunch of 60 plus well to do ladies with a bottle of champagne each, no cups required. Hugging randoms and just laughing. The bloke with the trumpet out the front of the Corner hotel.
The ride isn’t ever, not even close but we need to stop and sniff the roses. We need to saviour the memories from every generation.