Footy – A Richmond Tale

I have a confession to make. I was an Essendon supporter until I was fourteen. My maternal grandfather starred for Essendon in two premierships in the 1920s, so I was a ‘sworn’ Bomber. But then I went to the 1967 Grand Final with my father, who was a Tiger tragic. I blame the drama of the day, but by nightfall I had changed my allegiance. I was now a Tiger. Just like that! No-one does that, at least not in Melbourne.

Tigers’ first golden era

The game was the 1967 Grand Final, and Richmond won. I was taken into the players’ rooms after the game (an extremely rare honour, even then), and I was introduced to the players. Most of them were just out of the showers, but those were curiously decorous times. The players, to a man I think, tolerated the social task of shaking a teenager’s hand, as I was led through the room. They were mostly wearing towels.

This incident, though slight to my reader, changed the world for me. The Richmond Tigers went on to win another four premierships over the next thirteen years. Did I look back over my shoulder to re-consider my decision? Never. I gloried in the Richmond way, the ruthless Tigers who gave no quarter, who trained harder and played harder, with an assurance that they had no friends, just opponents.

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Carlton was our natural enemy, later to be Collingwood, but they were all loathed, except for Footscray, who were everyone’s second, other team. That’s because they were never a threat.

My commitment never really wavered, though there were times when footy was not ‘top of mind’. Life sometimes intervened, but the Tigers were dear to my heart .

The wilderness years

After 1980 there was less to be interested in. As the years rolled on, Richmond stopped being a power, and became something of a joke. Years and years of power struggles within the club drained momentum. Beloved figures from the past ran nasty, personal campaigns to wrest control back from whomever; sometimes they were outsiders, sometimes they were old team-mates.

These were the years when the enemies of the club prospered. Even the Bombers, discarded so many years ago, won several flags with an ex- Tiger champion coaching them. Essendon’s 2000 season was probably the greatest season ever played, where they were virtually unbeaten, and unbeatable. And coached by Kevin Sheedy. Oh, the horror, the horror.

But I found an interest again. As my children arrived, they were inducted. We suffered the slings and arrows of the Tigers’ outrageous fortune. We heard Collingwood touted as the club with the biggest membership, but I knew the Tigers were a sleeping giant.

Even Hawthorn, latecomers to the big dance, came to shine. And shine again, many times over. If Richmond gloried in its proletarian beginnings, the Hawks represented Middle Melbourne. They even played at Waverley, bang in the middle of Middle Melbourne.

The new century brought no relief. Richmond gained a reputation for finishing ninth, just out of the final eight, stranded. The others jeered, but redemption was close, perhaps. There are many riffs able to be played on finishing ninth. Ask me, I’ve heard them all.

The Tigers have always been distinguished by their supporters. No matter how dire the season, or the game, there was always someone in the crowd, or the bar, who could spot reasons why the latest performance was showing positive signs. Green shoots could be determined in the ashes of another unsuccessful season. And once a true-blue Tiger, you are doomed to share their fate. One of my children cursed her luck, to be born with the Richmond stain.

Gradually, however, the new five year plan began to take shape – finally spelled out by club President Brendon Gale, it stated:
”By 2020, we aspire to have won our 13th premiership; consistently provide the most exciting and powerful match-day experience in the competition; once again have the strongest support base in the nation, and enjoy the strongest emotional connection with our members and fans”. Spooky.

Redemption

The 2017 season started auspiciously. Five wins, no losses. Then a run of four losses. Adelaide crushed us by 76 points – another blighted birthday for me, but who’s counting? I’ll cut this scintillating tale of redemption short; Richmond became a frenzied football machine, tackling and passing the ball, tall players and short suddenly as good as, and then better than, their opponents. Richmond pressure, ninety percent chaos, was suddenly the blueprint for success. Goals were expected now, rather than prayed for.

The finals were absolutely nerve-wracking. Geelong had had a particularly successful period when they had routinely sent us back to Richmond in the foetal position – not any more. Crushed comprehensively. Next, to the Giants, seen as young, but hugely talented. They were tossed aside the following Saturday. That game left us only one mountain to climb – the Grand Final, the first since 1982. It was against Adelaide, the power side, the raging favourites.

Suffice to say, chaos ruled. Richmond won by 48 points. The crowd was 90% Richmond. Delirium took over, after 37 years in the wilderness. Adelaide had come to the MCG, feared for their skill and confidence. They were reduced to a rabble.

So the hordes took to Richmond to celebrate. Our first stop was to a back street in Richmond, where a giant mural of Dustin Martin had appeared, as if by magic. We joined a queue, to be photographed standing in front of Dusty. My daughter Lucy (an innocent child I had introduced to a lifetime of watching Tiger teams crash) and I then went to the All Nations Hotel, to celebrate the life – changing premiership. The night was completely and absolutely mad, but no-one was hurt. Except for the staff, whose faces were a sight to see, as every forty seconds the Tigers’ theme song was sung, and they were exhorted to sing it, again, and again.

The streets were awash with hysterical fans. Young men danced on the roofs of taxi cabs, Bridge Road was blocked by thousands. A drought of 37 years had broken. Caroline Wilson wrote an article in the following days explaining how, although only a game, Richmond’s win had elevated our spirits and reaffirmed our love for life. We weren’t to be pitied any more, because we had won a premiership.

Melbourne is seen as the serious city in Australia, where people take great issues seriously, and where political passions run on the slightly puritanical, progressive path. But a serious Melbournian can be distracted. Just ask them who they barrack for.

3 thoughts on “Footy – A Richmond Tale

  1. Gillian Murray 22/04/2019 — 3:47 pm

    AFL means little to me. I have been to one game when I first arrived in Australia – must have been 1971 or 1972. I went to a Collingwood by Geelong game with some folk from school. Were you there? Anyway, everyone in the group except me got arrested. I have no idea how I got home! I think my naive brain thought “oh that’s what happens at the AFL! You fight, you brawl, you swear at people wearing a different colour scarf, the police come and then you go away with them. Anyway, my son says it is the most clever, most physical, most tactical game (he played soccer and NRL into adulthood). He (and I) supports the Swans and we love Goodsie!

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    1. I can’t remember if I was there. Probably not, as you know I was pretty well behaved those days. 🙂

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  2. Football has never been an interest of mine but, my mother would not let me forget how her father was a giant in the world of football. I support Essendon – red sash looks good on black and because of family history. .I have a soft spot for Geelong …. Hoping they beat Richmond.

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