Our blogging colleague Jermayn Parker, from Kick-2-Kick blog, comments on our post regarding consideration of a 10-team final series, “Australians love their finals though, don’t we?”
We think he has a point, but these days that love is more often than not only expressed through the lens of supporting their own team.
When we were nipping round the knees of our sainted father, we were taken to the finals when there was a final 4 and only one game each weekend in September. Yes, back in the 60s.
Among our fondest memories of those experiences was turning up at the ‘G’ and seeing a kaleidoscope of colour as supporters of pretty much every team in the competition came to the game to watch a couple of the best teams for the year battle it out. Even the First Semi-Final, between the third- and fourth-placed teams, drew this sort of crowd.
Of course we also remember standing on empty steel beer cans in the outer so we could see and, one dark winter afternoon in the Ryder stand at Victoria Park, peeing into an empty drink can because the stairways were jammed with troglodyte Barcodes supporters! But we digress. . .
We know those halcyon days can’t be reclaimed, but we are sorry that the spirit of wanting to watch a good game of football, regardless of the teams involved, has been overtaken by such parochial support that watching one’s own favourite team is the only football many people see — even on television.
Friday, March 11, 2011
A final without my team?
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Final series
Our blogging colleague Jermayn Parker, from Kick-2-Kick blog, comments on our post regarding consideration of a 10-team final series, “Australians love their finals though, don’t we?”We think he has a point, but these days that love is more often than not only expressed through the lens of supporting their own team.
When we were nipping round the knees of our sainted father, we were taken to the finals when there was a final 4 and only one game each weekend in September. Yes, back in the 60s.
Among our fondest memories of those experiences was turning up at the ‘G’ and seeing a kaleidoscope of colour as supporters of pretty much every team in the competition came to the game to watch a couple of the best teams for the year battle it out. Even the First Semi-Final, between the third- and fourth-placed teams, drew this sort of crowd.
Of course we also remember standing on empty steel beer cans in the outer so we could see and, one dark winter afternoon in the Ryder stand at Victoria Park, peeing into an empty drink can because the stairways were jammed with troglodyte Barcodes supporters! But we digress. . .
We know those halcyon days can’t be reclaimed, but we are sorry that the spirit of wanting to watch a good game of football, regardless of the teams involved, has been overtaken by such parochial support that watching one’s own favourite team is the only football many people see — even on television.
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