For only the second time in my life, I went to the football
last Saturday night. It was the Melbourne Essendon game. My much loved sister
in law is an Essendon supporter, but I’ll forgive her for that! I have been,
for all of my life, a Melbourne supporter, even though I’ve now only been to
two games in my forty four years on this planet. The game was neck and neck throughout
the four quarters, proving to be an exciting spectacle to behold. Given
Melbourne’s recent efforts, I was convinced that we would lose but that it
would be a fun night out anyway. Not sure what the other forty-seven thousand
people who were also there thought, but that’s how I felt.
Well, surprise surprise, we did win, not by much, only six
points in the end. It was with gusto that I belted out the club song along with
all the other Melbourne supporters, feeling very excited and happy that finally
we had had a win; the first for the season I might add.
Feeling very happy we began to leave the ground when a
strange thought entered my head. And a very happy and feeling of luck kind of
thought it was too. I realised that I had been sitting watching the game
surrounded by supporters of both teams, not just one team, and there was no
trouble, no fighting or cross words, just everyone all together enjoying the
game regardless of which team they were barracking for.
In many parts of the world today, the supporters of the
opposing teams would be separated by police and high fences, such is the need
given the violence that has broken out and continues to break out when these
groups of supporters mix. No such requirement was needed last Saturday night at
the MCG. People were there to enjoy themselves, regardless of which of the two
teams would ultimately triumph!
And I just thought that was something we could be proud of
and feel good about. Well, that’s my rant and rave for this time.
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