My latest piece is up on Nick Maxwell’s site. It’s a big happy mothers day to my mum….the only footy fan to bemoan the fact that Better Homes and Gardens has been superseded by live footy on a Friday night! Enjoy
Category Archives: Musings
Let the Season Begin
I’ve heard many words used in the past two days to describe the excitement people feel for the impending football season, the most popular being that people are ‘pumped.’ While I too am ‘pumped-up’ for football to resume in Melbourne town this evening, I decided to I consult Garrie Hutchinson’s book ‘From the Outer’ and see if there were other words we could use to describe our enthusiasm. The following are not words from Garrie’s pen, yet he used them as a starting point for his book.
“The mellow glow of autumn is yet upon the scene, but lengthening shadows and fast deepening tints betoken winter’s near approach while the oval’s heavy thud is heard on many a grassy turf as leather once again rebounds from kindred hide, and the football season of this year of grace gives forth its stirring notes of warning.”
Peter Pindar, The Australiasion, 22 April, 1882.
Let the leathern sphere be ‘struck by foot’ in anger!
New post
My latest piece is up on Nick Maxwell’s site. I examine the AFL’s game length, what the broadcasters would like, and ask you, the fan, for your thoughts. Enjoy
Jim Stynes – tribute
Just a quick word on Jim Stynes.
My only personal encounter with the late and great Jim Stynes was when he came to address my football team, the Western Storm, before our 2009 reclink grand final at the Junction Oval. Recilnk is lucky to have many former players and coaches invest their time and energy back into a football league which is as grassroots as it gets. The late Allan Jeans, Stan Alves, Tom Hafey and Dougie Hawkins are just a few of the people who are involved. Yet the significance of Jim’s appearance was that it came just a month after he went public with his cancer diagnosis in 2009.
The words Jim spoke to us that day have come and gone, my recollection of events in the dank rooms below the Kevin Murray grandstand severely faded. I am sure his message was along the lines of getting the best out of yourself and giving to the team cause. That was Jim. We know his ethos well.
What stays with me however was the fact that he was there. Here was Jim, in his hour of need, still giving to people. He could well have cancelled all engagements and we wouldn’t have thought any less of him. Yet Jim continued reaching out to people who needed a hand. There were no cameras or press there that day, Jim was here because he cared for people. It’s really quite simple.
So take the time to actively care for people. It’s a simple message to take from an amazing life with immeasurable attributes you could draw upon for inspiration. Yet mostly Jim operated out of care. Let’s take a leaf out of Jim’s book.
Jim Stynes, may you rest in peace.

Jim Stynes with the people.
The Recovery Session podcast #9
http://www.peptolab.com/recovery-session/the-recovery-session-episode-09.mp3
Missed the footy? So have we. Episode 9 of The Recovery Session podcast is here, the first of 2012. The Tragic, Sheriff and Holy Boot are joined by Collingwood skipper Nick Maxwell, who stepped in for regular contributer The Iron Sock, who was otherwise engaged. Sit back and relax for an hour of football fun and merriment.
Get involved with the competitions and segments…we’re happy to give you a shout out and you may even win a prize! Follow us on twitter @TheRecoverySess or contact us by email -therecoverysession@gmail.com
The Triumph of Respect
I’m not in the habit of republishing old material, yet I felt this an apt tribute to the passing of my old footy coach, Dan. This was first published on nickmaxwell.com in May, 2011.
“In the midst of the depression, blokes had to let off steam, and what better way to do that than a football match?”These words, penned by the great Jack Dyer, were in reference to what was known in the 1920’s as mid-week, or depression football. Played on a Wednesday afternoon in the sprawling parklands of Melbourne, teams represented such establishments as Yellow Cabs, Railways, Painters and Dockers, Police Force and the Wharfies to name but a few.
Teams were made up from a collection of tradies, thugs, league players in search of a quid, the unemployed, criminals and enforcers of the law. Suffice to say it was not a league for the faint hearted. Dyer continues. “Mid-week football was a great escape and emotional release for the period, because everyone was poor. Many had lost all hope of ever getting on their feet again.”
While the teams have changed and the on-field violence well and truly curbed, it is with the same spirit that the Reclink Football League graces the playing fields of a Wednesday afternoon in Melbourne town these days, providing hope, social connection and a physical outlet for some of life’s frustrations.
Starting life as ‘kick-to-kick’ in a St.Kilda park in 1990, Reclink has developed into an Australia-wide operation. There are now more than sixteen sporting and recreational leagues, and a thriving 13-team football league operating in Melbourne, the cornerstone in Reclink’s operation.
According to founder Peter Cullen, Reclink exists to provide sport and recreation programs for people in the following circumstances; homelessness, drug and alcohol related problems, mental illness, physical disabilities and social isolation. It is designed to “improve participants’ social and recreational opportunities” as well as “short circuit the vicious cycle of boredom to frustration, to anger then drug use then crime.” Or in short… “to provide hope through opportunity.”
I’ve luckily been in a position to volunteer my time and limited ‘football nous’ with my local Reclink team, the Western Storm these past two years, with a third season about to begin! We play our games in Footscray at the Merve Hughes Oval, with a one-off Whitten Oval match thrown in yearly.
As I am not involved in an official capacity, I have had the privilege of getting to know my team-mates just as mates. I don’t know the intricacies of their backgrounds and difficulties, though some are happy to share. In return, from day one I have felt completely accepted and looked after by the guys.
Though the majority of ‘Stormers’ have been based in Footscray most of their lives, the nature of their situations, coupled with the changing nature of Footscray means that only a handful still actually live in the area, having gradually been moved further away to outer western suburbs, to Geelong and Bacchus Marsh. Yet Footscray is still a central hub or “capital” for the Western suburbs. Western Region Health, who run the Western Storm, are located in the heart of the suburb, meaning the Storm players are still very connected to Footscray.
Now about the club. There are three Jasons, two Jamies and one Jay running around, so if you call out “Jay”, the chances are that you’ve got the blokes name right. The other bail-out option is to simply call “Stormer!”
One of our players played his first competitive match of football for ‘decades’ last year. In fact, it was the first exercise he’d done in that time too. Though his stats were humble, it was a remarkable effort for him just to be out there.
‘Rabbit’ is our quickest player, possibly the quickest in the league. He often leaves opponents and team-mates alike bamboozled by his dazzling runs, sometimes the right way, sometimes not. Sometimes he’s just going in circles, but no one can catch him!
Image courtesy of http://www.reclink.org/
One of our “Jay” boys is the spiritual leader of the club. I don’t know the ins and outs of his situation, but it’s fair to say he’s done it hard over the years. However, he is a natural leader. Though not overly skilled, he battles away as Reclinks shortest ruckman. He looks after new boys, gives the team energy and encouragement as the oppositions’ twenty-fifth goal sails through the big sticks, and is always looking for ways to improve things around the club.
One of the Jasons travels from Geelong weekly to train and play. An avid WWF fan, he has no shortage of moves to show off. He once displayed his extreme displeasure at losing by standing atop the boundary fence and angrily back flipping off it! It was an amazing and creative way to express disappointment. Another Jason is nicknamed ‘water-boy’, as each year he bobs up with Russell Gilbert on the bench at the EJ Whitten Legends match running the water. He travels weekly from Bachus Marsh.
Then there’s Roy. Roy is our trainer, looking after everyone like a father. Though getting on in years, he literally walks everywhere, volunteering his time and energy to the team. Roy’s been around footy clubs all his life, including a number of years behind the scenes at his beloved North Melbourne. However, his commitment to the Western Storm boys is his priority. You can find Roy in any of several cafes down Barkley St in Footscray, proudly wearing his Western Storm jacket and cap. He seems to know everyone, and everyone knows him.
As for the club, it has undergone a big transformation in the past few years. My brother in law has been playing with the Storm a few more years than I, so I had an understanding of the club before joining. Having attended several matches, the first thing I noticed was the anger. The coach was angry, the players fought with each other and the opposition, and it wasn’t rare to see players storm from the field mid-match.
Now the coach loved the players and really cared for their well-being, but from my position on the outside, it appeared he had been there too long. The relationship seem strained.
I joined the club at the same time as a new coach. A mass of players had followed the previous coach to his next appointment at the Collingwood Knights, another Reclink club, leaving the club thin for players. Somehow we managed to put out at a full team every match bar one.
The new coach (Dan) realised that things needed to change. The focus shifted from results, to behaviour. Anyone that was going to fight would be straight out of the game.
“If the opposition taunts you, ignore them!” he’d say.
“Help each other, give each other options!! ” He loved the latter so much that he came around the dressing rooms each match and textered a big ‘O’ for options on everybody’s hands.
He preached values that were not only beneficial on the football field, but life itself… discipline, self-control and working hard for each other. Most importantly, he spoke of respect. Respect for each other, opposition players, umpires, and most importantly ourselves! The scoreboard? Don’t look at it!
Results didn’t go our way and we were on the end of some frightful drubbings, but the year was certainly deemed a success. Why?
The culture changed. After playing Sacred Heart and losing by 30 goals to 2, one of the Hearts stalwarts came to our rooms. He started to excitedly rant about how proud he was that we’d cleaned up our act. He praised us for giving up the fists, and said we’re all on the right track now. He was right, and you could see how proud our boys were of themselves. Respect for our opponents, team-mates and ourselves.
We may have sacrificed results, but it was worth it. We never walked off losers due to a lack of effort, and the feeling amongst the guys was very positive throughout the year. Last season saw us continue in the same fashion, although our performances improved a little, culminating in a win against Odyssey House and a few narrow losses.
That brings us to this year, and another new coach, who has his own ideas and knowledge to share, and the guys are responding well which is great. But my hope is that we continue to build on the positive culture which has been cultivated over the past two seasons.
Finally, one of the great aspects of Reclink is some of the grounds we play on, such as Victoria Park, Western Oval, Punt Road, the Junction Oval and Windy Hill. You can see the thrill in everyone’s eyes as we grace these fields, self included, to emulate the feats of our heroes from years gone past.
And it’s Vic Park we grace this Wednesday to tackle the Collingwood Knights in our first match for the year. They thumped us there last year and there’s every chance it’ll play that way again. But we’re not about results on the scoreboard, as much as we would love to win. It’s our approach, attitude and effort that count. It’s about respect. It’s about enjoying a game of footy with your mates, and having a snag with the opposition afterwards.
-Go Storm.
Dan and the Western Storm holding up the 2009 Reclink Division E premiership cup
New article up
Here’s my latest offering on Nick Maxwell’s website. Surviving the summer months…without the footy!
http://www.nickmaxwell.com.au/2012/01/24/surviving-summer/
Happy reading
The Punt Road End
First published on nickmaxwell.com.au
Richmond v Essendon, Dreamtime at the ‘G, 2011.
I’m stood there, arms joyfully around a stranger, with a heaving mass of humanity, bouncing as if in a mosh-pit, around me. There’s singing and chanting and ‘good-natured’ taunts to opposition supporters as the Tiger fans mark their territory. In the modern game where home grounds are shared, there’s one postage-stamp sized tribal patch left… the Punt Road End. Even the clubs best known online forum, puntroadend.com carries this name, such is it’s significance to the Richmond faithful.
Sure, our celebrations were way over the top for a home and away clash, beating Essendon in the Dreamtime at the G clash. But much like a dog waits for the scraps to fall from the table, we pounce on anything and everything there is to celebrate. We are in football supporters in starvation mode; enjoying the feast while it’s there to be enjoyed, because we might not eat for another six weeks.
Saturday night was something special. The standing room area was jam packed, which is always a sign of a big crowd, and the atmosphere was electric. I was wedged between the singing masses of Windy Hill and Punt Road, with the Dons mustering up some ‘high quality’ chants such as “Ball…Ball…Ball…Ball…” every time Richmond fans cried for a holding the ball decision. And it went on.
The majority of supporters up the back however were Tigers, protecting the Punt Road End, our patch. Things were a bit testy between the two sets of supporters, but peace was maintained. Ten years ago, I doubt this would have been the case. As the game went on goal for goal, the tension built. More people seemed to be cramming into the standing room bays. My mate Gaz called me to see if I was at the game. I couldn’t hear him, and that was at quarter time.
He finally found me and managed to insert himself into the crush, his first experience of standing at the footy. Whilst initially shell-shocked, he quickly grew fond. By nights end, he too was in the arms of strangers. One bloke in particular took a liking to him as he kept checking the ‘time-gone’ on his phone as we couldn’t see the clock at the ground. That’s what I like about standing at the footy, the surrounding people become your little community for a couple of hours at the footy. It’s a team effort.
“Coming through . . . it’s ok, I’m a Tiger!”
Richmond fans are notoriously unconfident, and midway through the third quarter, with the contest still tight, a rare hush hung above us. Thoughts of “Hey, we’re actually a chance here!” enter the psyche, and we realised we were going to have to emotionally invest in the next 45 minutes of game time. It was the calm before the storm.
IT was at this time that the Bomber fans, cocky and sure they were going to run over the top of us as has been done so often before, were beginning to fire up a little. This stirred the Tiger army into action. This is the Punt Road end, we own this spot-pipe down! Even if a team wins comfortably, it’s our job to make the supporters earn it. The Punt Road End crowd actually fires up other teams supporters in a way you rarely see. I even saw a Melbourne fan last year turning around and giving it to us as their team ran over the top of the Tiges in the last quarter. It was good to see.
Back to the game- and with the fans back in full voice, suddenly the boys responded. Back to back goals from Big Jack brought about a release in emotions. Then when cult figure Robin Nahas snuck one through to push the margin to three goals, the place went potty. When Jakey King banged one through, pandemonium! We’re going to win it!!!
Some wiser, more mature Tiger supporters realised that the young’uns down the front were getting a bit carried away. They’d seen it before. Don’t give it to the opposition yet. It’s still the third term. And they were right . . . the game was far from over.
Essendon came out strongly in the final term, with substitute Alwyn Davey kicking the first, and giving the Essendonians something to shout about. But the Tiger voices didn’t go missing now. This was battle. The Same-olds persistently pegged back the margin, even though we appeared to kick a steadier every now and then. Grown men were now pale with nerves, and my mate Gaz’s phone was getting a real work-out delivering the ‘time-gone’ to all and sundry from his AFL phone app (application for the uninitiated)!
The crowd figure went up on the screen- 83,000, which provided a momentary release from the tension of the game. We paused for a minute to reflect on just how big this club could be with some success.
But back to the game, and Jake King appeared to be running into an open goal. The roar of excitement was palpable! This would be the sealer, kicked by our battler, the bloke we know we’d hate if he played against us. He’s already kicked three, and is remarkably sitting in the league’s top-10 goal-kickers with 17 for the year.
But his tired legs stumbled. In desperation he handballed to the square, looking for a team-mate, when suddenly Dustin “Go-go Gadget” Fletcher stretched out a tired arm to intercept the ball. Now both sets of fans were screaming, Richmond fans cursing; heads in hands, while Bomber fans were relieved at the reprieve granted, and now with the chance to get uncomfortably close, at least from a Tiger point of view.
The play was tight and the crowd tighter. Suddenly, the MUCH maligned Tyrone Vickery gathered a loose ball at half forward. He dodged a tackler, left his opponent for dead, and calmly slotted his third, and more importantly, the sealer!
Mayhem! Drinks spilled everywhere, the crowd erupted as one! We gave it to the Essendon fans, but more than that we just celebrated! We were home. Keeping your footing proved rather difficult amongst the flurry of humanity, but due to being packed in like sardines, the chance of actually falling was minimal.
“Twenty-six minutes gone!” called Gaz from his phone. The bloke behind him grabbed his head in a bear like hug, as if Gaz himself actually had something to do with the outcome of the match. I think Gaz was chuffed-I think Gaz will be back!
The siren sounded, setting off a rampage. The song was sung with gusto, the chanting and singing carried on for the next half hour or so until the police moved in to send everyone on their way. The singing momentarily moved outside to the concourse, before dispersing; everyone headed their separate ways into the night. The crisp air of Yarra park greeted me as I headed back to the car. But my night spent protecting the Punt Road End, coupled with the sweetness of victory is all I needed to stay warm.
Eat ‘em Alive!



