I reckon you have nailed the a growing sentiment SB. Also talk to anyone that goes the AFL games held in regional areas of Australia where you can stand in the outer and you soon get the feeling that the AFL needs to be careful it doesn't kill the golden goose.st.byron wrote:I was recently in Melbourne for the first time for years. Just for one weekend. I stayed with my friends in Newport and on Saturday afternoon wandered down to Spotswood to see ladder position #1 vs #2 in the WRFL.
A crowd of about 500 maybe. Stood in front of the 'Woodsmen'. The Spotswood regulars.
It was more entertaining, more real, more authentic, less manufactured than any AFL match I've been to in the last ten years.
There was no pre-game advertising schtick. No bloody ground announcer coming on the moment the siren sounds telling me the score.
"Hey F*** wit, I've been watching the game and marking the scores down in my $5 record, I know the bloody score. Can we even have a moments peace to contemplate what's gone before and what's to come?"
Nup. Fill every available second with commercial crap and club 'branding'. Just being the club isn't enough, we've got to 'sell the brand'.
At Spotty, at the end of each quarter there was time to get a a cup of hot chips and a coffee, people having conversations about the game or their lives, you could even wander out and stand in the huddle feeling like an interloper. I stood with Deer Park, whose team featured Brent Guerra, Ryan Houlihan, Ryan Hargrave, James Condos and Brett Thornton, (No wonder they're unbeaten on top of the ladder), partly to hear what the coach had to say and partly to just be amongst the atmosphere of the players and their world. Took me back to when I used to stand in a huddle surrounded by people, sucking oranges and having liniment rubbed on my calves, when I played.
Half time featured kids and dads running around playing kick to kick and having banana shots from impossible angles.
At the end of one quarter, I changed ends just so I could watch the battle between the Spotty backline and the Deer Park forwards, then half way through the next I wandered back around to where I'd started.
Romanticism I know, but this was real footy and the standard was pretty good. No commercialised, manufactured, homogenised bland out. Passionate supporters shouting out very politically incorrect things, a substantial amount of 'language' and you could hear the thwack of the hip and shoulders and boot to ball just a few metres over the boundary line.
I'm sorry, but I actually prefer that experience to going to the AFL.
I reckon a small Boutique ground in Victoria that gets back to the old suburban basics would be hugely successful.