17 years old.

Camped out at Princes Park with a couple of mates to get tickets.

Sat on first level of Ponsford stand (think it may have still been the Western stand in 1970) directly behind the goals.

Didn't really expect to win but very disappointed at first half performance.

Fantastic third quarter but when Twiggy Dunne (I think) kicked last goal to put them back to 17 (?) point lead feeling was that we may have spent all our petrol tickets.

Last quarter was unbelieveably exciting.

Brent C put us ahead and then Jezza let fly from about 65 metres on his left foot. The section I was in was full of Carlton fans (tickets bought at PP) and everyone stood as the ball pitched and began it's inexorable march forward. We were pleading and beckoning the ball to continue towards us. As the last ounce of energy Jezza had delivered subsided the ball fell over the line to put the Blues 10 points to the good and seal the premiership.

Upon the siren, unforgettable joy and scenes I've never seen repeated. Strangers were embracing and kissing each other. Surely, no club song has ever been sung longer or with more passion. A mate's father (who I had secued a ticket for) who had bred and owned a spring carnival group winner only 2 years previous lifted me aloft and, with tears running down his face, thanked me for giving him the greatest day of his life.

Joy was unconfined and there was dancing in the street.

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Its about HISTORY, thats why i sincerely hope the maggots get their
collective pants pulled down on the weekend, when they least expect it.
No OTHER club would book a room to celebrate a expected Brownlow victory
or line up a big venue for post match celebrations...and actually advertise it ?

Chrysthantheum THEM !!!!!!!

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Upon the siren, unforgettable joy and scenes I've never seen repeated. Strangers were embracing and kissing each other. Surely, no club song has ever been sung longer or with more passion. A mate's father (who I had secued a ticket for) who had bred and owned a spring carnival group winner only 2 years previous lifted me aloft and, with tears running down his face, thanked me for giving him the greatest day of his life.

Joy was unconfined and there was dancing in the street.

...As was also the case in 1968 i managed to alude the "red coats" and found myself on the ground and in the thick of the post match celebrations.Many familiar faces from the cheer squad at the time also feature.

It was a simply remarkable day. We had front row seats on the fence in front of the Northern stand so we were in the thick of things.

The noise that 121k people can make cannot be adequately described. Nothing better illustrated this than Jezza's bouncing goal that sealed the match in the last quarter...

9 years old.
So stressed at half time I pulled my front tooth out.

Yes I was one of the lucky ones, 14 years old, with my Carlton jumper with # 30 on the back, with my family in standing room in the Northern stand. We got there at 8:00am. My main memories are forlornly barracking for the Blues before half time and having a middle aged Collingwood supporter tell me to look at the scoreboard. He was reminded of the scoreboard by the little band of Blues fans as he scrambled to get away after the game. I remember Jezza's mark but at the time it gave me little comfort given the scoreline. At halftime I remember sitting down and thinking that at least I'd seen us win in 1968. The comeback was awesome, but people forget we were still 4 goals down in the last quarter after Thompson goaled. I remember distinctly a pack mark big John took. At the time it seemed there was a pack of ten flying for it. They all ended up on the ground and there was John with the ball tucked under his arm. (I think the pack might have only had three in it). Of course John steered the flat punt through. he kicked two in the last.

I remember Kevin Hall spoiling McKenna, Serge hesitating and then bombing it and then Jezza grabbing the bobbling ball amongst 5 defenders and the ball bouncing through. That put us 11 points up and the last couple of minutes were really tense especially when Dunne got a free - he kicked a point.

In the BRownlow coverage, Rob Walls says the Woods were our greatest rival in those days - I don't think he meant that. In my lifetime they have never beaten us when it really mattered. Even when they have beaten us in finals they haven't gone far. The Tiges were our nemesis then and we didn't finally put that to rest until 1982, after 15 years. That's why I rate 1972 as an equal of 1970.

People of my generation have been very blessed as Carlton supporters and out next flag won't be for us - tho we will enjoy it, it will be for kids who hardly remember us ever winning a flag, who turned up to Auskick in CArlton jumpers when the club was a laughing stock. The next one will be for the true blue believers and lets hope it is not too far ahead.

I was lucky enough to be at the 1966 GF too, so I think that makes 11 grand finals I have seen the Pies in for one win. Let's hope things don't change this Saturday.

PS Thanks for posting the clip CB - great to see Mr Elegance up on stage talking about the game too.

My dad (a Collingwood supporter)...

The force must be strong in you.

I remember towards the end of the home and away season we got belted by Collingwood and my friend Norman, a Collingwood supporter, took great delight at their victory, at my expense, at school the following Monday. From memory we only kicked 2 goals for the whole game and Norman sure let me know about it.

7 years old.

I remember towards the end of the home and away season we got belted by Collingwood and my friend Norman, a Collingwood supporter, took great delight at their victory, at my expense, at school the following Monday. From memory we only kicked 2 goals for the whole game and Norman sure let me know about it.

My Dad got tickets for that whole final series for himself, me and my 8 year old brother.
I remember the seats were at the Punt Road end, roughly behind the point post on the Northern Stand side, on the terrace. It's strange but I remember where we sat quite vividly but I don't remember too much of the games.

I remember that in the first and second semi finals, the ball came towards us in the crowd, and it ended up in my Dad's hands my both times. Once he gave it my brother to throw back out and the next time he gave it to me. This was a great highlight for a seven year old kid!

As for the GF. My brother and I wore our Carlton jumpers proudly. His had number 25 on the back and mine had number 5, who was of course Syd Jackson, my favourite player.

I don't remember too much of the game, but what I do remember very, very clearly is the following....

At half time the Collingwood cheer squad, who were seated behind the goals a bay over from us, were popping champagne bottles and singing the Collingwood theme song. I asked my Dad why they were so happy and he told me that they think they've won. I asked him if they had and he said that it didn't look too good. I remember fearing that I was in for another round of Carlton bashing from Norman at school the following Monday.

As for the second half, I just remember being very excited as we kicked goal after goal, and all the Carlton supporters near us cheering as one, as we got closer and closer.

Then I remember how happy we were at the end of the game. I could see by the joy on my father's face that we had just witnessed something very special, even though at the time I didn't comprehend the magnitude of the comeback.

At school my friend Norman graciously gave me five cents (we'd made a bet), as well as a poster of the Carlton team from the newspaper. I didn't give him a hard time (not sure why) but I'm glad I didn't, I think just being a Collingwood supporter is punishment enough.