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    Herald Sun Article - A Bad Case of The Blues

One o'clock Saturday afternoon, on goes the yellow and black scarf and off I go to a bad case of the blues. We fluked a park in a side street near Norway, walked to the ground, struggled against altitude sickness to the top of the Great Southern Stand. A moment to admire the view, then it began. Good ol' fashioned suburb-of-origin.

Ang Christou kicks and the crowd goes "Woof". They do that, you know.
I suspected my beloved Tigers were in for a tough day. But it was close at half time, and win, lose or draw, I knew Richmond was back as a league power. Christou kicks again. The crowd goes "Woof".

On a football balance sheet, we we're fairly even. They were sponsored by a car company and a brewery – We're sponsored by "Drink Drive, Bloody Idiot". Their President had a big nose – Our President had a big mouth. They've got a better team – We've got a better theme. Gotta love that "Tigerland".

I don't know why we lost, but we did, and as I walked back to my parking ticket I felt, at least, some small bond with Carlton. We both still hated Collingwood.
Eleven-thirty, Saturday night and Ang Christou's in a King street nightclub, celebrating, when he's dragged into a brawl that's erupted. Someone kicks Ang – Ang Christou kicks them, and the nightclub crowd goes "Woof".