Deep seated hatred since that Night Grand Final 1981.

HOW ARE YOU GOING TO FEEL IF WE WIN AND YOURE NOT THERE....

This is what my now deceased younger brother hit me with on the eve of the 1993 grand final. I was in Merimbula on holidays with my first wife, who hated football, and two very little children. My brother called me on the Friday and said he had tickets and exhorted me to get there. I said no way, I'm in the middle of a family holiday that was booked months ago, just cant do it, I'm all set to watch it on TV, my wife will divorce me (ha!).

He said the line again slowly and deliberately to make sure I truly understood and added, "we might not win another flag for 30 years, you may never see another Carlton flag..." flower hell, powerful!

No commercial flights, damn. Ever industrious I talked my way on to a chartered flight that was leaving on Saturday morning, at exorbitant expense. Flew into Essendon** airport, off to the G, pumped. Carlton were favourites but the baby bombers had momentum after a big come from behind win against Adelaide in the prelim

Ten minutes into the first quarter we were gone. Dean Wallis knocked out Mil hanna and no one remonstrated. I felt sick. The rest of the game was a blur. To make matters worse I was staying with my brother and his girlfriend who lived in the heart of Essendon**. Went out to get pizza and beer wearing my Carlton T shirt and scarf and was heckled and ridiculed and laughed at honked by cheat supporters who were out celebrating in the streets.

Worst day at the football EVA. Flew back to Merimbula the next day hungover, depressed, and a couple of grand down (a lot in 1993) to face my wife who was seriously pissed off at what a selfish prick I'd been to interrupt a family holiday with her and the kids to do that. What a prick, she was right.

BUT WHAT IF WE'D WON AND I WASNT THERE.....

Absolute true story

PS. My second wife is much better. So is my first wifes second husband!

Same year. At home, we were about 17 points in front of * with about 3 minutes to go
and lost by a point. Never got over it
We stood in front of the old press box. Siren goes, and we've been done. 3 ESS blokes behind
us start jumping up and down and bumped my mate. Not happy he turns around and nose to
nose with one of them says '' I've pissed on better men than you''. So then I'm thinking '' aw perfect
here we go''. But they scarpered, then we trudged back to the Rising Sun where we were to be picked up
by my mate's uncle. He was a no show, so we continued on to the Rochester Castle in Fitzroy
where amnesiac uncle was perched in the bar. He asked how did the footy go and do ya wanna beer.
Before my very irate mate could answer I said no thanks we're off.
Got back to my place where irate mate flopped in the half full bean bag, arse hits the floor and his head
jolts back hits the wall and cracks the plaster, pissing my then wife right off.
I can laugh about that day now, but not then.
At least we won the flag.

Deep seated hatred since that Night Grand Final 1981.

My wife can’t see how you could manage it at all

My Carlton supporting mate's 21st was the night of the '93 GF.

Navy blue balloons never looked so sad.

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My wife can’t see how you could manage it at all

Did you just know we'd be rubbish against Sydney the following week?

I wish I had, & saved myself the trip

It used to be half time in the Pagan era...