Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Just when you think you're free...
For the first twenty years of my life, I was a passionate Essendon Football Club supporter.
Never missed a match if I could help it, knew the details of all the players, could sing the club song with the best of them.
Then, for some reason, I just stopped. Got sick of it and never watched a match again.
Until the day when The Boy started primary school and was presented with the question all Victorian kids must be able to answer.
“Which team do you barrack for?”
To say “I don’t barrack for any team” is not acceptable, as it will mark you out as a freak for the rest of your school days. Happily, a workmate was an Essendon member and could supply him with all the guff and thus The Boy became an Essendon man.
This is all leads up to the fact that we were matching the Essendon-Collingwood match on Anzac Day*. Much to my astonishment I found myself twitching and muttering things like “kick it, kick it you goose, down the middle, ohh not to him, down the middle, down the middle.”
Some things are buried so deep in your psyche, they never leave you.
*In which the Dons were absolutely flogged**.
** To cheer ourselves up, we sang the Essendon Club song***.
*** Though it could have been worse. He could have chosen Richmond.