Saturday’s weather was cold, wet and windy – not ideal conditions for football. That said, 100,007 people crammed into the ‘G’ for a much anticipated Grand Final between Hawthorn and Fremantle. The rest of us hit our local pubs, lounge-rooms & anywhere else with a working TV. 2:30pm & the game kicked off to a very shaky start, both sides battling nerves, Freo particularly overwhelmed by the occasion. Goals were hard to come by, champion players like Mathew Pavlich missing easy shots he’d normally kick any day of the week. The standard lifted in the 2nd half. The Dockers threw everything at it, but alas remained hapless in front of goal. The Hawks kept their cool & methodically ran out winners by 15 points. Not a spectacular Grand Final for mine, more a war of errors.
And that’s it for 5 months (unless you’re into Rugby – their Grand Final happens this weekend). Cricket begins shortly, spring racing carnival next month, tennis and all that summer stuff. But for those of us who are dyed-in-the-wool footy-junkies, March 2014 can’t come fast enough.
Fires out.
PS – still writing new songs for the next album.
