He could have been chasing. He could have been tackling. He could have been doing a one percenter to get himself involved in the game, help the team out!
But no. My brother, though having turned just 10 on this very day, possessed the demeaner of an old time full forward nearing 40 who is past his prime. He appears to be carrying on his shoulders the jaded torture of 10 seasons worth of poor delivery from midfielders, though the little league match actually only lasted 15 minutes.
How would this dinosaur fair in todays game of full ground presses and pressure acts? Poorly I feel. But my brother does have a couple of points up on me. Firstly, he played on the MCG. All I got was a grid match at VFL Park and a game at Princes Park.
Secondly, he scored North Melbourne’s entire score, 1 behind. There it is on the MCG scoreboard, thanks to some quick thinking with the camera by mum.
For further reading on our little leage and brotherly football adventures, check out THIS post, and THIS ONE TOO!
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Very quick scoreboard thinking by Joy Carr indeed. My son once kicked a goal at the MCG from the 50 metre arc during a little league game. Mind you, the little league goalposts were only ten metres away. Looking forward, as ever, to your next story.
Thanks Vin. Thought you might like the scoreboard angle! A goal kicked from 50 is a goal kicked from 50!
So glad to see that my photographic expertise has been recognised and appreciated! Terrific memories eh! Great to see you having time to write again…looking forward to your next post.