I have a passion for sport –it is after all now my profession [and I’ll write more of that later] – and it is difficult to grow up in Melbourne and not have a passion for an AFL team which in my case happens to be Carlton, the Mighty Blues. Until four years ago in more than 100 years of competition Carlton had never finished on the bottom of the ladder, but since then have done so three times. As a consequence we now have a very young team with a lot of potential that has yet to be realized.
I don’t know when I got indoctrinated to barrack for the Blues but it happened very early. Both sides of the family followed
Mum’s Dad, my Grandad, was born in a small gold mining town called Cassilis in
I spent a lot of school holidays at my grandparents house and I too would make the trek to
When I got a little older and when it wasn’t school holidays, I would lock myself in m bedroom on a Saturday afternoon, rule up an exercise book and take down the statistics from the radio call. There were two things I hated, firstly when the
I was lucky that I grew up at a time when
If there is one rivalry to match that we have with Collingwood, it is against Essendon. Yesterday, just before half time Carlton were behind by 48 points and as with that 1970 victory they began to run and eventually prevailed by three points, in the largest comeback of the Club’s long, proud history.
My son Glen was there at the MCG yesterday and rang me just after the game to bask in the glory of the win. And yes, just like my parents before me, my own kids were indoctrinated very early and are all proud passionate Blues supporters. That generation’s commitment to the team began when my oldest son Luke was a day old and I gave him his first football jumper.