The Sporting Religion

“I could read the sports section if my hair was on fire” – Jerry Seinfeld

(A belated, and then even later) Annual thoughts on the Final 8 Teams

by williamschack

(A note from the editor: this is the most irrelevant post in the history of this blog. All of the information is dated and most of my predictions were incorrect. I wrote most of this on Friday and then finished off the bottom three teams on Saturday in a rush. The only reason I am posting it is for documenting my thoughts so that in 20 years I can’t claim I was always believing Hawthorn would win, which I think is what some people do with 2003 Grand Final. If I were you, I would stop reading.)

The annual thoughts on the final eight teams has been delayed this season. Being back at university this season has meant that any spare time not watching football or football related shows has been spent completing assignments on things that I feel like I know nothing about even though I have written 3000 words on the topic. Also, there is now an annual tradition of Collingwood performing dismally in the second half of the season and not making finals so my excitement levels have not been quite as high as they could be. But with all my assignments for the semester now done, and mid semester break next week, I finally have time to write about teams that are much better than my own. So here are my annual thoughts on the final 8 teams which are based on no real analysis and a rudimentary understanding of the game.


Pre–Finals Prediction: Premiers
Pre-Preliminary Final Prediction: Premiers

Fremantle must be the most underrated minor premier in my lifetime. I can’t recall a team who has lost only 5 games for the entire season be criticised so heavily.  Ross Lyon is considered a masterful coach but a one-trick pony. They’ve had to deal with a lot of injuries as well as Crowley’s suspension but have still managed to win enough games to win the minor premiership.
They lucked out with coming up against a depleted Sydney side in the first week of the finals and did enough to get over the line. Now they come up against Hawthorn who dismantled them with ease during the home and away season. The pundits keep saying that they don’t score enough to win a premiership. My faith in Fremantle might be an ill-advised reaction to the negativity in the media about their inability to score, but all I know is that I am 100% convinced that Ross Lyon knows more about football than anyone in the media criticising his coaching method. They might fall short on Friday night, but I am tipping them to win in a close one, and then go on to win the premiership.

West Coast

Pre-Finals Prediction: Lose in the QF, eliminated to Freo in a Derby Preliminary Final.
Pre-Preliminary Final Predicition: Grand Final runner up.

If I am overrating Fremantle, then I am definitely underrating West Coast. Up until their Qualifying Final against Hawthorn, I still wasn’t convinced that they were any good. You would have thought 16 wins and finishing second on the ladder would have been enough to prove to me that they were good enough, but it wasn’t. Then they completely shocked Hawthorn in the first week of the finals and proved to me that it was a worthy contender. They have had so many injuries but have just kept on keeping on. McGovern looks like the most unfit footballer since Scott Cummings and it seems like he runs off the ground injured in every game I watch, but he keeps coming back on and West Coast keep covering him.
I don’t particularly like West Coast as a club, but I do like Adam Simpson as a person and I’d be more than happy to see Sharrod Wellingham win another premiership. I also have a soft spot for Josh Kennedy as he helped me orchestrate one of the greatest trades in fantasy football history in 2014 (Josh Kennedy and Craig bird for Robbie Gray) and was also a part of my back-to-pack premiership team in 2015, sitting on the bench while Robbie put in the hard yards on the field. Irrelevant facts aside, I think they should beat North Melbourne, although it will be closer than most are expecting, but then they will lose in the GF against whoever they play.


Pre-Finals Prediction: Runner up
Pre-Preliminary Final Prediction: 3 rd

It would be easy to say that it gets boring watching Hawthorn win all the time if it wasn’t so exhilarating. Even when they are tearing apart inferior sides, it is still a joy to watch. Their ball movement is better than any other team I can remember watching. A lot of teams rely on chance and winning contests to win games of football, but Hawthorn wins contests and then eliminates chance as much possible by retaining uncontested possession as they move the ball towards their goal. Until 2 weeks ago I didn’t think anyone had the game plan to beat them, and my prediction of them not winning the flag was based on a hunch and banking on them having an off-day on Grand Final day liken Sydney did last year. It would seem that they’ve already had that bad day but I am still predicting them to lose to Fremantle. You’re probably laughing at me right now if you’re one of the very few people actually reading this ill-informed article, but I’ll try and at least base my hunch on history. Jay Croucher – a much more informed writer than me; you should listen to his podcast ‘The Good, the Bad and the Goldsack’ if you like in depth statistical analysis of games – spoke on his podcast the other day how this year’s Hawthorn has a similar feel to Geelong in 2010. (He still thought Hawthorn would win) They were contending for their fourth consecutive Grand Final, lost to the Saints in the QF narrowly, then smashed Fremantle before coming up against Collingwood in the Preliminary Final. That night was one of the best nights of my life, as Collingwood completely dismantled the Geelong team in such an aggressive manner that it didn’t seem real at half time when we were up by 10 goals. Geeelong’s reign – it seemed – was finally over. This year’s Hawthorn season has the potential to be the same as that, but with the Preliminary and Qualifying Final games reversed. Their dismantling came in the first week, reasserted their dominance and the semi-final, and now they find themselves coming up against a Ross Lyon coached team in the preliminary Final.
Hawthorn’s reign is far from over, but based on nothing but a hunch and this lazy and loose historical comparison, I feel like their 2015 season will end this weekend. If they do end up winning the premiership, then it is time to start discussing if they are the greatest team of all time.


Pre-Finals Prediction: Losing in the preliminary final to Hawthorn
Finals position: Lost in semi-final to North Melbourne

You can’t really say much about Sydney other than that they were decimated by injuries. Keiren Jack, Luke Parker, Sam Reid, Lance Franklin. Only a team like Hawthorn could cover those sorts of outs, and they probably wouldn’t be able to do it in a finals campaign. I still thought the Swans could progress at least to the preliminary finals. They had their best chance by winning in the Qualifying Final away at Fremantle, like they did in Adelaide in their premiership year of 2012, but they let themselves down with poor kicking. I didn’t watch that game as I had a birthday lunch to attend so I’m not sure if their kicking was as a result of pressure from Fremantle or unenforced. Regardless, it cost them their game and ultimately their season.
They have had two senior retirements so far this season in Rhyce Shaw and Adam Goodes, and another couple coming up in the next few years to senior players. They will need to find another couple of defenders over the next few years to make up for Shaw and the eventual retirement of Ted Richards. It seems as though the draconian trade restrictions placed on them by the commission have been lifted so that gives them some flexibility to improve their list.
Of all the things to come out of free agency, the best thing is that the football world saw Mike Fitzpatrick for the twat he is after it became public knowledge that he rang up Sydney chairman Richard Colless and verbally abused him for ten minutes for having the gall to be good enough to orchestrate a trade for Lance Franklin. That the trade restriction was imposed afterwards indicates that it was improper. Hopefully this is the catalyst for him being removed from the commission and he can go and just enjoy managing his many, many dollars and Stadium Australia.


Pre-Finals prediction: Losing the semi-final to Sydney
Finals Fate: Eliminated in the first week for the third year in a row.

I predicted Richmond to finally win a final this year. It was all set up for them, but they failed again. And they failed on the smallest of the bigger stages, which it seems like most Richmond people don’t understand. They so desperately want to win a final that it seems like it would be the equivalent of winning a Grand Final. Similar to the way they thought getting to the finals was like winning the premiership. They are a peculiar set of fans: brimming with self-confidence for no apparent reason. A few Richmond fans turned me against them this year after 27 years of unthanked support, nevertheless I admire their passion. They reached 70,000 members this year, cementing their spot as the club with the third highest membership. If they ever do enjoy some success, it looks as though they will easily overtake Collingwood.

They played one of their worst games for the season in the elimination final. Key players went missing and only straight kicking and a great performance from Jack Riewoldt kept them in the game as long as they were. I think they are still on the right track, however, and there is no doubt they were better this season than the past two. They need to do some wise recruiting this season because they are never going to be a real threat if they don’t. Troy Chaplin looked like a dinosaur in the elimination final and it seems like Alex Rance needs some better support. They should do all they can to get Harley Bennell. A mid/fwd combo of him and Dustin Martin would be something to behold.


Pre-Finals prediction: Knocked out in first week.

Everyone’s second team were what Luke Darcy would describe “a genuine feel good story” this season. After losing their captain, Brownlow medalist and their coach in the off-season, it seemed like 2015 would be a bad season for the Dogs. Lead by Bob Murphy and part-skater, part-time surfer and full time coach, Luke Beveridge, however, the Dogs played some brilliant football this season and almost won their first final. They had a very easy fixture this season and they will need to do some recruiting to improve their chances next year.


Pre-Finals Prediction: Knocked out in semi-final

The Crows performed admirably this season given the circumstances. Phil Walsh’s tragic death meant that no one would have criticised them had they performed badly, but their ability to continue playing good quality football was very impressive. It was always going to be hard for them coming up against Hawthorn following their loss to West Coast, and that game showed how far off Adelaide is.

North Melbourne:

Pre-Finals Prediction: Knocked out in first week against Richmond.
Pre-Preliminary Final prediction: Lose to West Coast.

If it is now an annual tradition for Collingwood to play awful in the second half of the season and miss the finals, it is also now an annual tradition for me to cheer on an underrated North team in the finals who will make it to the second last week of the season. The Richmond game was one of the better non-Collingwood experiences I’ve had the football.  The Sydney game was a strange one that only felt like a final for about 15 minutes in the third quarter. They were lucky to come up against a team as depleted as Sydney, but you don’t get to two preliminary finals in a row by being lucky. If we’re going to criticise Richmond for losing three in a row, then we should also praise North for making the preliminary final two years in a row.
They still need to add some players through trade and like Richmond should be doing all they can to get Harley Bennell. They just need to make sure he only hangs out with their boring players like Andrew Swallow and Lindsay Thomas.

They have more of a chance than what most people are giving them this weekend. They beat West Coast during the season and have a similar kind of style that can match the Eagles fast break style. Nevertheless,  I’m tipping them to lose.


Shit People at the Footy Say: Continued

by williamschack

I haven’t posted anything for a while because I have been really busy with uni and celebrating the back-to-back premierships of my fantasy football team. I have still been going to the footy, however, and people have still been saying strange things worthy of retelling. There are only a few but it is important that they are documented.

PS I haven’t written the annual thoughts on the final 8 teams post. So, in one sentence: My tips for this weekend were Hawks, Freo, Crows, Tigers and my tip for the premiership is Freo.

Get up, Joe! You weak bastard! (replay comes up on screen) Oh, he didn’t even touch him. Fuck the stretcher. Dig him a hole!

– A classy Collingwood fan at the Essendon game doing her best to fulfil her role as the stereotypical Collingwood fan. She was yelling this out to Joe Daniher who clashed heads with a Collingwood player and had to be taken from the field. It is nice to see that all the messaging about the dangers of concussion is cutting through the fans.

Yeeeeeah, bend over. It’s a 12 inch coming your way with no lube.

– Another classy Collingwood fan doing her best to fulfil the role of the stereotypical Collingwood fan. This was at the VFL and she was yelling out at a fellow Collingwood fan who was going to buy her a drink. She was thrusting her groin as she said it. They were standing on the balcony of the Bob Rose stand, serving his legacy.

They might be called the Cats, but they are a pack of dogs!

– Overweight Pies fan at the bar during three-quarter time in round 22 when Collingwood ended Geelong’s run of successive finals since 2007.

I think your Mum’s a Hooker! (laughter) And she doesn’t charge much!

Collingwood fan in the social club bar last week as Cale Hooker lined up for goal. He missed.

If we lose to Essendon, I’m not coming to football for 6 months!

Another Collingwood fan in the social club bar said this to me afterwards. He had the kind of red face that only those with years of dedication to drinking unhealthy levels of alcohol can achieve. He had no idea what the score was or what was happening throughout the game. He laughed so hard at this joke he looked like he might have a heart attack.

Shit Racist People on Social Media Say

by williamschack


by williamschack


In the very cool evening on Sunday, myself and some friends were kicking the football to each other on Elsternwick Park. We had just witnessed the drought breaking victory for the RRR/PBS Megahertz in the Community Cup. Our kick-to-kick was partly to celebrate the victory and partly to warm ourselves up. With Graveyard Train playing live on stage on centre wing, it was a lovely way to finish a great day.

A few weeks earlier I had another such experience at Victoria Park at the end of the most recent round of the Renegade Pub Footy League. I had no interest in the results of any of those games, but it was great to be at the spiritual home of the Collingwood Football Club. At the end of the day our group broke into two and kicked multiple footballs back and forth to one another in front of the Sherrin Stand. My friend Ben was enjoying himself and he said to us all: this is the best sport in the world – by a long way.

There is something so pleasurable about the simple act of having a kick-to-kick. It feels therapeutic. It might be nostalgia from childhood. It might be that when you are having a kick with friends you are truly being in the moment.
Richard Flanagan’s Man Booker Prize winning novel, The Narrow Road to the Deep North, has a great section in the beginning of the novel that depicts the very real place that kick-to-kick holds in the Australian culture. The protagonist, Dorrigo Evans, leaps up to take a mark above his combatants and immediately wins the respect of his peers. It is a fine piece of writing by one of Australia’s finest writers.

Of all the things that the AFL changed in 2015 to re-engage fans, the most successful has been the reintroduction of kick-to-kick after the game on Sundays. It was the simplest of the changes, which is part of the reason for its success. It was the most obvious one to win over fans, as anyone who can remember taking part in the practice before it was banned looks back on that time with fondness. I can’t remember exactly when it was banned, but somewhere along the way it stopped and then it just became one of those things we used to do before football was referred to as the ‘football industry’.

I always assumed that it was stopped because of the advancement of groundskeeping. I assumed that having thousands of people running on the field at the same time would cause damage to the surface that was unacceptable for modern conditions. It turns out that this was only part of the reason. I was shocked when I learned that factor was because the league was receiving too many liability claims from fans for being hit in the head with a football.

It is a sad indictment on Australian society that people would try and take advantage of such a simple of act of pleasure for financial gain. It would be great if our legal system would allow a defence on the grounds of stupidity. It would be great if our legal system could simply advise people that if they’re concerned about being hit in the head by a football, then don’t willingly walk onto a field where thousands of footballs are being kicked. Thankfully the league has now reorganised its insurance in a way that makes kick-to-kick viable.

The first game this year in which I experienced the post-match kick-to-kick was after the Richmond v Collingwood game in round 7. Richmond had just beaten Collingwood by 5 points after being behind by 4 goals early in the game. Collingwood fans had much reason to be disappointed, but after the game thousands of Tigers and Pies fans ran onto the ground to kick the football together. I met up with a Richmond friend in the pocket at the Punt Road end. He was with his family, including his young Tiger loving nephew and his friends. There were Collingwood fans in the group, but the memory of the loss seemed to have quickly left them as they ran around kicking the ball. Everyone looked happy. I guess that is what football is for.

Juddy: All Things Must Pass

by patrickmolan

On Saturday afternoon I was at Doomben racecourse in Brisbane enjoying the Sunshine State’s biggest race day of the year, the Stradbroke Handicap. During the day news filtered through from some source or another that Carlton were giving Adelaide a run for their money but Chris Judd had been taken to hospital. Details were sketchy, first it was a concussion, then one of his troublesome shoulders but finally the powers at be settled on a knee injury. At the time it didn’t seem particularly significant, I showed some slight concern but then returned to my beer and once again buried my nose in the form guide in search of an elusive winner. As the afternoon evolved hazily into evening, as days at the races so often do, more news filtered through. Judd had done an ACL, the most dreaded of all the footballing injuries, and would need a reconstruction. Considering most expected this season to be Judd’s last the unfortunate situation led most to reach an obvious conclusion: Juddy was done.

Christopher Dylan Judd literally burst onto the AFL scene in 2002. He played the first game of the season for East Perth and the story, perhaps apocryphal but amusing nonetheless, goes that the then coach, Tony Micale, said during the post match presentations that he hoped everyone had enjoyed watching Chris play that day because he’d never play for East Perth again. Proving Micale correct, Judd made his AFL debut the following week and it is unlikely any player has ever constructed a better debut season. Judd did not just contribute, he did not just play his role, he dominated. Few had ever seen anyone who was so quickly able to turn a game from the middle of the ground. Historically in the AFL and VFL the true match winners are the key forwards. Brown, Brereton, Franklin, Kernahan, Carey, Ablett and Lockett are men who did it regularly throughout their respective careers but someone forgot to tell Judd that this was not his place.

In his first season, he finished third in West Coast’s best and fairest, in his second season this was improved to runner up and in his third season he won the first of his five club champion awards as well as the first of his two Brownlow medals. On the night he was handed his first Brownlow, he was just two weeks removed from celebrating his 21st birthday…just let that sink in for a moment.

His trademark explosiveness made him universally liked and revered and the sight of West Coast’s number 3 guernsey bursting clear of a congested pack became one of the most exciting sights in the land. Opposition players would thrust hands out in a feeble attempt to halt the superstar and curse as they came up with nought but thin air. Combatants hated playing against him and opposition fans feared what he might do to their team, but with Judd there was always an element of awe from friend and foe alike. It felt at times as if every fan and player in the stadium stopped what they were doing and watched as Judd grabbed the ball and stared in anticipation at what he would do next, truly, there had never been anyone like Chris Judd before.

In September of 2007, Judd – by that stage a premiership captain, 2 x All Australian, 2 x best and fairest winner, AFLPA MVP, Norm Smith Medal and Brownlow Medal winner – announced he would be leaving West Coast and returning home to Melbourne. However, whilst Judd was obviously the best player in the competition, he now came with an asterisk beside his name. 2007 had been an odd season for the champ in that he polled Brownlow votes in the first eight games of the season before he was gradually worn down and then almost crippled by the dreaded osteitis pubis. The last few weeks of the season witnessed the sad sight of a player who could barely move from the goal square and was unable kick the ball more than 20 metres. One of Judd’s teammates, Dean Cox (himself a champion of the game), wrote in his biography that when the surgeon opened Judd up in the offseason he was amazed he was able to walk, let alone try and play, the damage to his groins was so horrendous.

It quickly became clear that there were only three clubs with a realistic chance of recruiting the best player in the competition but what were Carlton, Collingwood and Melbourne really bidding for? Would they get a champion or the shadow of one? History tells us that Judd went to Carlton, the club I so happened to support, and he arrived with great fanfare. The Blues were slowly emerging from the darkest period in the club’s history; in 105 seasons we had never won a wooden spoon, between 2002 and 2007, we won three of the bastards. Between Judd, new club president Dick Pratt and several young and talented kids, there was hope at Princes Park again.

Concerns that Judd was past his best were quickly neutralized. He wasn’t quite the same explosive midfielder that had fled the drug ravaged West Coast Eagles but he was still an imperious figure. Instead of speed he now used strength, will and cunning to defy opponents. His incredible awareness and handball became powerful weapons. One Saturday, early in his tenure, Judd plucked the footy from amongst a pack of players and somehow fired a tracer bullet handball over his left shoulder to Marc Murphy. No one expected the maneuver was possible, least of all Murphy, and he fumbled the ball out of bounds. I clearly remember the stare that Judd gave Murph, it was similar to the look Michael Jordan so often gave his Bulls teammates throughout the late 80s and 90s, a stare that said “if you’re going to run out in the same colours as me lad, you best learn to keep up”.

Perhaps the soundest evidence of Judd’s greatness is that he was great as two different players. The West Coast Judd and Carlton Judd were required to play two different roles and yet both won numerous awards. Respected football journalist Jake Niall today wrote that the West Coast Judd could be likened to Cassius Clay: dazzling, precocious, classy and seemingly unstoppable. The Carlton Judd however, is the Muhammed Ali: perhaps not quite as explosive and as light on his feet, but impossibly strong for his size and possessed of wit and will. It is a beautiful comparison.

Many have said in recent times that, due to Josh Kennedy, West Coast got the better of the Judd trade. In my opinion there is no more ignorant opinion in modern sport. Carlton did not need a forward who kicks mountains of goals against mediocre teams to lead it out of its darkest days, it needed a superstar in every sense of the word. Carlton needed someone who would inspire members to flock back, sponsors to sign lucrative deals and a playing list completely bereft of confidence to believe again. Kennedy is a good player and he may one day be a great one but to think he could have become the leader that Judd did at Carlton is beyond fanciful and bordering on ludicrous.

Whilst Judd the player was perhaps incomparable, Judd the man is perhaps even more so. He is exceptionally intelligent, honest, pragmatic and realistic. He has almost habitually offered interesting views on social topics, a trait not often concomitant with footballers. His odd suspensions after the ‘chicken wing’ and ‘pressure point’ incidents seemed only to add to his mystery and intrigue and add more footnotes to an already anfractuous public life. It made for a fascinating package. During his 2010 Brownlow Medal acceptance speech he said football was “make believe” and nothing more than “a self indulgent pastime” before going on to praise ordinary Australians as “the real heroes” in society. He felt footballers should be merely footballers, and nothing more. Many of the comments he made would not even be understood, let alone uttered, by his peers, but that was Chris Judd because, as former West Coast president Trevor Nisbett said today, “he was his own man”.

Judd will never coach an AFL team and he will almost certainly never be seen in the media, it is not his way. Football never defined him, it was merely a part of him, almost a hobby that he happened to be exceptionally good at. I think this is why I admire him more so than I have ever admired any other sportsman, because he didn’t want to be admired as a sportsman. I found his interviews philosophical, honest and almost paradoxical in that it seemed impossible that one man could be so driven to succeed but also so seemingly at ease with failure. When Judd spoke I listened. There weren’t any ‘one week at a times’ or ‘we’ve got to work harders’ such as we hear from most athletes who bumble through interviews clutching at clichés. There was humour, intelligence and, quite often, cold hard truths. He was a player who deserved the grandest of exits, but a man who almost certainly didn’t want one. During his final press conference there was almost relief, perhaps relief that this injury had forced his hand and made up his mind up for him. Perhaps an exit of this nature is appropriate for Judd. He once wrote that he loved football but hated being a footballer and it seems a safe bet to suggest that he would prefer to slip out the back door and disappear quietly into the night rather than riding gloriously and spectacularly into the golden sunset to stentorian applause.

We can never expect any young men to play the game the way Chris Judd played it, that would be unfair and unreasonable. We can hope though, that the young men who will now carry the AFL torch attempt to emulate his humility, intelligence, leadership and sense of community. There will be numerous tributes written to Judd over the next few days but sometimes the simplest and shortest tributes are the most poignant and appropriate. Few players are as loved and respected as Robert Murphy of the Western Bulldogs who on the day of Judd’s retirement stated in his Twitter tribute that he “was the player we all wanted to be”, perhaps he should have replaced the word ‘player’ with the word ‘man’.

On Saturday afternoon the greatest footballer I have ever observed received a career ending knee injury, but at the Doomben races the bar kept serving beer and the patrons kept carousing, the punters kept betting and the bookies kept collecting cash, eventually we all returned home and the world carried on as if nothing had changed. One suspects that the seemingly ever pragmatic and realistic Chris Judd wouldn’t have it any other way.

Shit People at the Footy Say: Again

by williamschack

Last week I wrote about the booing of Adam Goodes when I should have been studying for an upcoming university exam. This week I have been much more diligent – although I found myself at times watching strange things on YouTube such as the premiere epsiode of Don’t Forget Your Toothbrush – and I haven’t had enough spare time to write a proper article.
A few weeks ago I published the inaugural ‘Shit People at the Footy Say’ article, and since then I have heard a few more statements that warrant retelling. So to make up for the absence of a proper article this week I figured now would be a good time to share these with my very few readers. Once again, I am not condoning or condemning this behaviour, I am merely documenting Shit People at the Footy Say:

It’s not looking good at all.

– The young man who sits behind me at home games like to give a constant assessment on the state of the play throughout the game. He said this in a very understated manner as Geelong kicked their 11th goal to put them up by 10 goals.

You’re the one who drank three beers and then drove.

– Young child to his angry father. This one didn’t actually happen at the football, but I heard it on the train on the way to the game. The father then told his son to shut up. Nothing like a day at the footy to bring people together.

Hey Batchelor! You’re ugly, mate.

– Collingwood fan to Jake Batchelor from Richmond. I think it was the same guy who told Joe Daniher he was tall and ugly on ANZAC Day.

Hey Dusty! Don’t snort that line mate!

– Aggressive Collingwood fan to Dustin Martin as he took a mark just near the boundary line.

Why don’t you go to the optometrists umpire?…You’ve got no hair on your head so it can’t be that!

– Collingwood to an umpire last weekend. It doesn’t read that well but for some reason it sounded hilarious when it was said.

Hey Waite! You’re the worst human in the world!

– Me to Jarrad Waite last weekend. He makes me very angry whenever I watch him play.

Marry me, Swanny!

– Me as Dane Swan took a mark late in the last quarter before kicking a goal to put us back in front. Last Sunday’s game was very emotional and I lost my composure.

I will keep on trying to record these comments over the coming rounds. It is difficult to remember to do so in the heat of the moment. Remember to send any to me if you ever hear some good ones. Until next time.

What Are You Booing For?

by williamschack

In recent times there has been a lot of debate regarding the booing of Adam Goodes at football games. There are some who feel that there is a racial element to the booing; there are some who feel that it is based on nothing other than the way he plays. Given that it is Indigenous round this weekend, it’s important to consider the debate. And it is important that we’re able to have a discussion about it without people being accusatory and defensive.

The first thing to acknowledge is that booing has been a part of football for a long time. For better or worse, crowd involvement in spurring your team on or upsetting the opposition team is entrenched in our game. There are people – like my mother – who feel that there never should be any booing at any time because ‘it’s just so mean’. Mum would prefer it to be like tennis where everyone is silent so that the players can concentrate and then everyone politely claps after every score. If there ever was a time when Australian football was like that, it ended in about 1858.
I’ve never been one for booing too much at a game. Usually, the only time I do is when a player is lining up for a shot at goal. Sometimes I yell ‘woo’ intermittently throughout their run up and occasionally I yell ‘chewy on your boot’ just before they kick. Sometimes it makes them miss; sometimes it doesn’t.
I have nothing against booing as a tactic, however, and I would engage in it myself but I am usually too stressed and distracted to participate. I am no saint at the football, as people who have attended games with me would probably know. Among other things, I have called for the end of Joel Selwood’s life in 2012 (a touch over the top), told Michael Hurley he had the worst hair in the league (very true), and hurled some sort of abuse at Jarrad Waite regarding his frailty as he limped off the field with yet another injury (I think I stand by that one). I am not coming into this debate from the position where I believe everyone should be mild mannered and reserved at the football, but there are times when crowd behaviour can make me feel uncomfortable and make me wonder if we’re doing the right thing.

One of those occasions was when Jobe Watson was continually booed in 2013 after admitting on television that he took AOD9604. Watson was strong enough to handle the booing, but he was visibly emotional after the Eagles game following the revelation. It never sat well with me that the crowd targeted him like that, and as it turns out the booing was completely unwarranted as Watson and his teammates were never suspended for taking AOD9604.
Another occasion was when the Sydney Swans crowd booed Darren Jolly in the 2012 Preliminary Final. Jolly, an ex-Sydney player, left the Swans at the end of 2009 with the full support of the club as his wife was suffering post-natal depression and needed to be closer to her family. There are not many more understandable reasons for leaving a football club than that.
And another occasion that crowd behaviour has sat uneasy with me is the recent booing of Adam Goodes.

I don’t particularly like Adam Goodes as a footballer. My reasons for disliking players are usually irrational, and Goodes is no exception. The main reason is that commentators, particularly Bruce McAvaney, get overly excited whenever he does anything good on the field. This particularly annoys me when Sydney is playing Collingwood as Goodes almost always plays well against us. This is the same reason I don’t like Chris Judd, even though I have never heard Judd say a bad word or act in an arrogant manner. The common thread with these two players is that they are both great players, both have won premierships, both have won two Brownlow Medals and they both don’t play for Collingwood. So there is a strong amount of jealousy and tall poppy syndrome involved my dislike for them. But I respect them both as people.

The argument surrounding the booing of Goodes seems to be about 3 things: people don’t like the way he plays; that he pointed out a young girl in the crowd after she racially abused him; and that he undeservedly won the Australian of the Year award.
The first defence used is that people have been booing at the football since its inception and that it is ridiculous to say that you cannot boo just one player. No one is saying that fans aren’t allowed to boo at the football, so that defence is not worth analysing.

The point regarding his style of play is also not really worth arguing – you either like the way he plays or you don’t. Opinion usually depends on which side you support, much like the argument surrounding Joel Selwood’s style of play. People claim that Goodes slides into the play too much, plays for free kicks and whinges to umpires. I’ve seen him do all of these things, but regardless of your opinion, his career stacks up against most in the modern game, and that is perhaps part of the reason why people take a particular dislike to him.

The point that is most perplexing in this debate is that he should not have pointed out the young Collingwood fan who racially abused him. The argument is that she was young and he should not have humiliated her on national television. Firstly, when he initially made the decision to point her out, he was unaware of her age. That is irrelevant, however, for she racially abused him. What was his alternative? To cop yet another racial attack on the chin? To take it in his stride that someone had just suggested that people of Aboriginal decent are less evolved than Caucasians? All Goodes did was point out a person who made a racial attack on a player, just like the fellow members of the crowd are encouraged to do.
The incident was magnified as it was on national television, but in the second it took for Goodes decide he would point out the perpetrator it is unrealistic to expect him to think about how this would affect her. Goodes was the victim in that incident, not her.
The next day when speaking to the media Goodes stressed that this was not about blaming or punishing the young girl. She was unaware that what she did was wrong, she now knew, she had apologised and he had accepted her apology. The incident was handled in the way you would hope. I don’t understand any argument to the contrary.

The other point in the debate, that Goodes didn’t deserve to win Australian of the Year, is also perplexing. First of all, since when does anyone care who wins that award? It is not something I have ever held in great esteem, but for the purposes of this article I had a look at the selection criteria to determine if Goodes was a worthy the recipient.
The first criteria is that the winner have demonstrated excellence in their field. Goodes’ career of 2 premierships, 4 Grand Finals, 2 Brownlow Medals, 3 club best and fairest awards, 4 time All Australian and over 350 games obviously fits this criterion.
The second is that they have made a significant contribution to the Australian community. Goodes has done this with extensive community work including setting up a charity organisation with Michael O’Loughlin that grants scholarships to young Indigenous students, working as an ambassador for the anti-domestic violence organisation White Ribbon, and been a consistent spokesperson on the rights of Indigenous Australians.
The final selection criteria is that the winner be an aspirational role model for the Australian community. See above.
People argue that there were more worthy winners than Goodes, and there probably were, but that argument doesn’t hold much weight given that it can be said of every winner of every subjective award ever.

Of the three main points that I usually hear as a reason for not liking Adam Goodes, and therefore booing him, I can only really agree with the logic on one of them. (I much prefer my reason regarding the over excitement of Bruce McAvaney). It is important to note, however, that the point regarding his style of play is rarely made without reference to the other two, and those two points are inextricably linked to his race. It is also important to note that the booing didn’t become noticeable until round 9 2014 against Essendon, and that was after the incident with the young girl and after he was awarded Australian of the Year.

A friend of mine who disagrees with me in this debate recently liked a post on a Hawthorn fan page on Facebook that stated there was confusion surrounding the reason Adam Goodes was being booed. It said the three points that I have refuted in this article, and also stated that Hawthorn has many great Indigenous players and therefore that proves they aren’t being racist. The last point is irrelevant, for of course you will cheer for an Indigenous player in your side if he is playing great. Every team has had quality Indigenous players in their history, despite this there is still racial abuse in the crowd.
After the administrator made that post on the page, they then had to block many Hawthorn fans from the page and delete their racist comments. They were told they were not wanted at that fan page.
On the night of round 9 2014 when Essendon fans began this recent bout of booing, an Essendon fan had to be ejected from the ground for racially abusing Goodes.
I am sure that the fans who were blocked from the Hawthorn fan page and the Essendon fan who was ejected from Etihad stadium that night have participated in the booing of Adam Goodes.
And that is the point. Not everyone booing Adam Goodes is doing so because they are racist, but there can be no denying that some people are. People have been getting so defensive about be branded a racist for booing Goodes, but they are completely misinterpreting what is being said, which is that there is a racial element to the booing. People feel that they are being forced to like Adam Goodes and that people are saying that they are racist if they don’t. No one is saying that at all. You’re free to dislike Adam Goodes. As I said, I don’t particularly like him as a footballer. But Martin Flanagan put it best on AFL 360 when he said that you might be booing Goodes in jest or for genuine football reasons, but you need to understand that you’re providing a cloak for those who are booing for other reasons. And you need to ask yourself that if you are doing that, then is booing him really worth it?