Showing posts with label Collingwood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Collingwood. Show all posts

Tuesday, 26 April 2011

Anzac Day

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It's become a family tradition for us to spend Anzac Day at the MCG with dear friends. As much as I love the game,  the most important part of the day for me is the pre-match ceremony. The servicemen and women's lap of honour, the last post and minute's silence are truly moving. There is nothing like a capacity MCG crowd standing in silence, nor the roar that fills the ground after the national anthem.
I'm fortunate to have been to about 20 grand finals, but nothing, not even a Collingwood win (well...) compares to the atmosphere at the G on Anzac Day.
Before the game, as the servicemen and women past our seats, my 20-year-old friend turned to me and said, 'I just can't imagine what they have been through.'
The respect and admiration woven through each word is what Anzac Day is all about.
And a Collingwood win ;)
 

Monday, 4 October 2010

Not jinxed!

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Do you know I was worried that my last blog might have jinxed us!

I'm a very happy, crazy Collingwood fan!

Friday, 1 October 2010

Grand Final - again...

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Okay, so it's time to fess up to my major issue - footy, actually, to be specific Collingwood.
My grandfather was a big Collingwood fan and because I thought he was Christmas on a stick, I followed his lead and supported the Maggies.
As a kid, my bedroom was covered in Collingwood posters (and Sherbet posters - incidentally, Daryl Braithwaite barracks for Collingwood - just saying!), I cried in the 70s and early 80s - enough said - rejoiced in 1990 and as for early 2000...
I wore a decorated duffle coat and watching training. I know - tragic.
And here I am, years later, and I still love my footy. I've moved on from Craig Stewart (whose number was on the back of my duffle coat) and Michael Christian to Harry O and Heath Shaw. And thanks to Heath, I realise I am now seriously old. Why was it Heath Shaw that made me realise that? Well, when I was a teenager I had a poster of his father, Ray, on my wall.
On Saturday, this old woman will be cheering like crazy and hoping that the angst will pay off!But no matter what the result, I know my major issue will be as strong as ever.
Go Pies!