White Winmar wrote:When you factor in the fact that we had a fair bit of success in the 90's and were a top side for almost a decade post 2002, it's even more damning. Surely it must be largely psychological. We've not been great on the road in general, but teams like the filth actually seem to lift when on the road. Having said all that, one of my favourite memories is the 2005 qualifying final at "Waste Lakes", when I was surrounded by arrogant Crows supporters, who mocked the saints all night. Banger tore them a new one that night, with one of the finest individual games I've ever seen. The silence at the end was eerie. It didn't last long. The saints that were there made plenty of noise. We went off! I'm sure we cost them the flag they were convinced was already in the bag. One bloke there told me they'd already booked the celebration dinner on GF night!
The best part was Banger shoving it to Blight, who had told the media after the '97 GF that he wasn't concerned about Harvey because, "He gets plenty of it, but he doesn't hurt you." After Mad Malcolm tried to exit out Banger, Loewe and Burke on his arrival at Moorabbin, it was a case of sweet revenge. The only thing that would've made it sweeter is if Blight had been coaching the Crows that night. He didn't have much to say in the media after the game.
I was there that night too!
What a contrast to the previous year, and our narrow loss to the " chokers "
I travelled over to Adelaide overnight on the bus from Moorabbin.......WHAT an experience THAT was!
Got into "sin city" at around 6:30 am feeling somewhat less than energetic
and facing the prospect of finding something constructive to do for the twelve or so hours to first bounce.
The bus driver said he'd be at the ground to take us home (?!?!) after the game (?!?!)
My daughter was flying over a wee bit later, so we would be meeting up pre game. While wandering around, another Saints guy said "I'm going to find a hotel and grab some sleep" We found a joint on North Terrace and for $40:00 each, got a room (two single beds!)
The room was still being serviced so we went to the dining room and had a huge breakfast!
After a shower I hit the sack and slept like a baby! Woke around 2:30 with the telly showing the Melbourne-Geelong elimination final ( when King's boot found Jeff White's face)
Met up with my daughter for " afternoon tea " (West End variety!) and then caught the bus to moron park.
The game was fantastic! The result even more so!
After the game I found the bus and driver waiting in the car park. He pointed out to us, that he was strictly forbidden to take us to a pub........ however, he needed to check his tyres, and so pulled into the car park of a HUGE bottle shop
naturally, we all purchased "supplies"
It was a happy band of Sainters who rocked home on the Moorabbin bus! It was the mother and father of hangovers for the old Jiggster on Sundee, but what the hell?!
Wonderful memories of a great weekend with wonderful folk!!!!
and despise the Pies, the Blues, and the Injectors.
( God help me)
