Another fine day to watch the two West Australian AFL teams battle out another derby. As we are Dockers members for the year we made our way along to Patterson’s oval with the rest of the 45 thousand strong predominantly purple haze of fans, it was our home game. The last derby was the Eagles home game and that I have no doubt would have been a sea of blue and yellow.
There are special train services that run on footy day, from our place one more stop and then straight through the city, not stopping again till Leederville, price is included in your membership, lets pretend it’s free and not included in the ticket price, thanks Michael for pointing that out to me and I was feeling a bit special to. Please let me tell you the ride in is great the ride home is like being squished in a can of sardines.
It’s as cold as the North Pole today, feeling pretty confident that we might get snow, which is hardly likely as I don’t think it’s ever, ever, ever, snowed in this part of Perth, I am rugged up to the point that I am feeling uncomfortable and can’t move freely, I have three layers on and have dug out some gloves that I last wore in a winter in New Zealand. The sun is out but there is no warmth, I thought that till we sat down and started having to peel away the layers as my cheeks rosed up, my hands taking turns in keeping the sun out of my eyes till the third quarter. On the radio today they were rabbiting on about how ridiculous it is to have a 2.40pm kick of and be playing into the sun, well isn’t that to suit the Eastern States times frames? Who gives a toss about us, the majority rule don’t they? As do the marketing gurus and lets face it it’s all about the money.
We call these footy games the purple haze, as I doubt there is anyone here who doesn’t possess Dockers merchandise or are not wearing purple. I even wear purple knickers, too much information?
Can you believe I was standing there with gloves on holding and drinking a cider, I am gripping my gums to try to stop my teeth from rattling, Patterson’s could you please supply a warm cider or mulled wine for days like these. They would laugh me out of the ground I’m sure. Wonder if any stadiums have thought of this or am I just asking to much? Of course I could have a hot chocolate or coffee but it’s just not the same or in the spirit of football is it? I start to see the familiar faces, and look there goes Kylie from Gosnells or mouth all mighty we sometimes like to call her.
When we first met Kylie she screeched, ‘Are they your tickets or have you bought them from someone’.
‘No, hello, I’m Rae and this is Michael, we are new members and these are our allocated seats’.
‘Oh’ she says, that other couple must have gone to Melbourne like they said, she shares with her cronies. Little did I know that they probably threw in the towel after a season of listening to this lot?
She is the loudest person I know and not just one of her there is in fact a whole bloody row of them that know everything there is to know about the game playing out in front of them, and they are not shy in letting everyone know what the players have done wrong. The trouble with this is that she doesn’t always actually know what she is talking about. So Michael turns his hearing aid down and I put the earplugs in my ears to at least turn her constant and I mean constant (crap) roar to a dull squawk. As I look to the right of Michael there are another couple who do exactly the same thing, it’s comforting to know I am not alone.
Not only do we get a second by second run down of the game:
- But a blow by blow account of her job
- People she’s fighting with
- Family she’s fighting with
- Neighbours she’s fighting with
- A second by second run down of what the baby is doing, sleeping, eating, and teething, tearing over
This baby comes to the game with these enormous earphones on her ears, I have considered asking her if they work and where could I get some from please.
Trouble is she might hit me!
For the Dockers to win this match they will then be in the top four of the competition, if the Eagles win they will be in the top eight. So high expectations all round, a fair few butterflies in my tummy.
This is my version of the game, in Rae Rae’s world.
Well off to a crap start, what the hell were they doing, the crowd:
Throughout the game as you do, with every goal they stood up brothers in arms cheering, then when it wasn’t going our way because apparently the stupid umpires were clueless, (thank you Kylie) not my words but hers. So the umpires got a fair bagging throughout the game as well.
In the dying minutes of the last quarter, Dockers scored three goals thanks to the efforts of the team and our or should I say my favourite player the flea, (Ballantyne).
- If he’s on your team you love him
- If he’s on the other team you hate him
- But you want him on your team despite what they tell you
As he is an annoying little shite who is often pushed punched tripped and thwacked. He’s just a brilliant little stirrer and is like a dog with a bone, will not give up and boy can he run fast.
The game was close throughout, the Eagles got a great head start while our boys were either full of nerves or had not woken up yet.
Then there was only a point between them, our boys rallied round and got ahead, tit for tat for some time then only one point between them, at the dying seconds we were 7 points ahead and they had the ball, had they managed a goal, we would have been only 1 point ahead. We were counting down the seconds, the siren blew loud and proud, the crowd roared, waved, cheered, fists pumped into the air, flags whipping the air around us as they were flung around in excited hands, thank the lord we have WON!
Now I have to do it all over again in a fortnight.