The days where I used to travel from Bairnsdale, at 6.00am, on the train to Ye Olde Spencer Street.. Then onto Moorabbbin for A quiet day of smacking the Grandstand Wall behind the Official Cheer Squad.... Where I also had the rendition of the greatest song ever made blaring through my giant tape deck. Now, these were the days of 81-82 where if we had 1 win for the year we celebrated like no tomorrow.... Well, ok, maybe a tad over exaggerated we could of had 2or 3.
Now, my old memory unfortunately I can't remember the names of the diehards who sat with me in the grandstand, but geez we even had the cheer squad wanting more.
Even after a heavy loss, and there were plenty, I still had a day out to remember, and getting home about 11.00 at night twas all worth it.
Now days my footy is on the Goggle Box living in Brissy (when the good wife lets me)
Yes it's nasty seeing what the side is dishing up at the moment ..can it get better? maybe... will it get worse? probably... but don't give up... Things could be worse you might wake up looking like Joffa.....
GO SAINTS.
