Not An Endless Summer
by williamschack
All summer I have looked towards this upcoming football season with a sense of dread. 2013 was an awful year for football. The Essendon drugs scandal tainted the whole season and in the end moved beyond being a blight on the game and just became annoying. It was endlessly called a “sorry saga”, but, selfishly, I couldn’t really empathise with anyone. I didn’t feel sorry for the players who were simply just doing what the club said they should do. I didn’t feel sorry for James Hird who helped facilitate a program to try and strengthen his players and it would appear Stephen Dank hi-jacked. I didn’t feel sorry for Stephen Dank who has shown no remorse or shame for his actions. I didn’t feel sorry for Dean Robinson who Essendon seemed to treat most harshly when compared with other senior figures. I didn’t feel sorry for Andrew Demetriou whose legacy will now be tainted with the way the league handled, and it would seem, interfered, with the investigation. I didn’t feel sorry for anyone; I just wanted my football season back.
In the end, I did feel sorry for Richmond who had their best home and away season since 2001 only to have their arch nemesis, Carlton, who the Tigers had beaten only once in 6 years, parachuted into the finals and then have the most heartbreaking defeat inflicted on them. Despite not being a Collingwood loss, I count that day as one of the darkest in my football life. I have never seen a Collingwood versus Carlton final and I hope I never do. After the game a group of macho Blues fans were jumping up and down as they walked down the Southern Stand ramp yelling the Carlton theme song repeatedly, that painful image has been burned into my memory forever.
The Richmond loss capped off an awful weekend after Collingwood was outplayed by Port Power in their Elimination Final making 2013 their worst season since they last didn’t make the finals in 2006. That following week, Collingwood then cut some premiership players that made me hate the nature of competitive sport. (I like to live in a dreamland when all my favourite players keep playing until they don’t want to anymore and we keep winning).
And then on top of all of that Dale Thomas left Collingwood for Carlton. There have been many bad seasons for Collingwood in my life time, but 2013 has to be one of the worst.
So it was with great relief that I could throw myself into the Australian summer of cricket in an attempt to forget the painful memories of football in 2013. The English were on our shores, intent on inflicting pain on us for the fourth series in a row, but Michael Clarke and his men had had enough and they had a plan to return the urn to its rightful owners. Except for day 1 of the first Test, and day 2 of the fourth, Australia brutally assaulted England and dominated the series. Mitchell Johnson’s renaissance produced a thing of beauty that was the fast bowling equivalent of the Sistine Chapel, with his Ashes series statistics placing him in the upper echelon of all time bowling performances. Before The Ashes, Graeme Swann referred to David Warner as a “prickly” fellow and just recently he said he is an “average individual” and someone who he would not want to have a beer with. David Warner, clearly, doesn’t care what opponents think of him. He wants to score runs and he wants Australia to win, and this summer he smacked both opponents around and finished the season with the astounding statistics of 1066 runs at an average of 71.06 in 8 Tests. Swann, before and after retirement, forgot that his role was to stop Warner making runs, not talk about whether or not he was a nice guy.
I didn’t write as much about The Ashes as I probably should have, but I did write something about the collective enjoyment that can be had from watching a team win when it is the whole country cheering for them, rather than, for example, a small section of the football fan base. The experience this summer for cricket fans was such a relief after the torment of the past five or so years, and Cricket Australia would be very happy with its performance in the battle for the hearts and minds of the Australian public, as we all were capitavted by the teams performance in The Ashes and the equally captivated by its stellar performance in South Africa. Ryan Harris’ two brilliant yorkers to win us the game in Cape Town was the icing on the cake of a perfect summer to wash away the misery of football.
And I have been dreaming of an endless summer in which the weather stayed warm, Australia kept winning, and the football season never started. But all things must pass, and now that the cricket season is over, we must turn our minds to the impending football season. I never wanted the 2010/11 summer to end, but they were for completely different reasons, and now, like then, football is once again upon us.
I was feeling really bad about it until on the Friday night before the last South African Test I was at home with nothing to do and no sport on TV. I checked my IQ recordings to see if there was anything of note to watch, and there happened to be an episode of 30 minute thrillers and the game was the 2011 Preliminary Final. As I got goose bumps at every major moment – Cloke’s pack mark and subsequent goal, Swanny’s brilliant roving and goal, Buddy’s goal which I put up there with Peter Daicos’ goal in 1990, Ball’s winning goal, and finally Dale’s tackle – I was reminded why I love the game so much. I remembered how when the siren went, me, my friends, and about 50,000 other people all jumped up to celebrate. I remembered how on that night everything just felt perfect. And I realised that I shouldn’t be dreading the season but looking to forward to it, and I guess that is what I am doing now.