Ahh Meredith… they have some ripper music festivals out there and even more
interesting folk getting around the place.
Well that’s festivals for you.
They’re also famous for goat’s cheese out there. Not bad stuff.
As for footy, well… who knew they had a footy ground? But they do and the
Woodend-Hesket Masters went there to play Moorabool on Sunday August 13,
which is just window dressing for Meredith. But it’s like being in Thailand and
someone flogging you a Calvin Klein T-shirt, but really it’s just a cheap T-shirt
with a slick name on it… pigs wearing lipstick and all.
But enough about pigs in T-shirts…
We had a fantastic show of support turn out for the game with wives, partners
and kids all in force and the boys helping run water on a hot day.
It was great to see the return of some old faces in the side too with our spiritual
leader Crooky back, Jock dusting off his boots, Chilts getting into it, big Jase Van
Dam returning from his world tour, Nudge making his debut for the Hawks and
his 150th club, and even our umpire Mick Nolan (no not the famous one!) pulling
on the jumper to have a kick with us.
And it was duly noted by Showbag that even in footy gear he looked like an
The Crocs were loaded with players and champing at the bit for a six-quarter
game (yeah we know the maths don’t add up but we ran with it). Seeing our
bench was overloaded with talent, good looks and Bushy we agreed.
They were honouring two players who’d ran out 150 and 100 times respectively,
and after they were wheeled out and through a banner we got to start the game.
In the first quarter we kicked with the wind, or into it, or across it depending on
where the bastard thing was going. Despite the ball entering our forward line
plenty of times the wind wreaked havoc for the forwards with passes flying over
heads or shots taking right angles or holding up like a kite.
The Crocs took advantage and kicked three goals into the wind while we posted a
meagre one point.
American Dave was again a great target up forward taking strong marks and
keeping us in the game when it looked like the Crocs could run away.
The second quarter saw us settle down and steady with a couple of goals, but we
were holding out for the Koliba quarter. With Mango again on song in the ruck,
the ball was getting out of the middle and our soccer star Kaaaleeeebah hit turbo.
The strong-marking small set the tone early with a great goal… his second was
met with a soccer style celebration of jubilation and lots of hand waving.
His teammates gave him nothing. None of that lairizing stuff in Masters, Jase!
His Tool of the Week nomination was stamped and sealed.
What soon ensued was an arm wrestle and both sides battled a physical game
that shone a light on moments of excellence, like the Franko to Jock to Chilts goal.
Just magic. Then there was the appalling moments, like tipping wheelchair
bound geriatrics into a pile and throwing a ball in the middle and then
witnessing the slowest and most embarrassing moments of football ever seen. I
know because I was involved in one of them.
Al continued his brilliance through the middle again with his bullish runs and
our favourite rugby player McBride was again like a rhino off the wing. His
highlight was taking on four opponents with a pirouette and shuffle, just like
you’d expect at the rugby, before hitting up Mick who, having called for the ball
10 minutes earlier, slotted a cracking goal.
Nudge controlled the wing and again showed age shall not weary him. He’s 84
and looking to play for his 151st team next weekend.
Jock showed no signs of having a year off and used his stealth and pace to make
the game look easy. Bastard!
Mango was working his arse off all day with Chilts a general in defence and
attack. However, when the opposition are rotating over a dozen blokes off the
bench we soon began to tire. In fact by the fourth quarter many of us saw
opponents on the sideline having showered and sinking a cold beer… absolute
The wind was the big killer and shots up that end were made worse with a forest
of bushes, trees, snakes, spiders, and probably bloody crocs hiding in it. And it
always took ages for the ball to be returned when we were getting on top.
Fatigue and wind eventually caught up with us the fresh Crocs ran away in the
last quarter with us unable to score.
Our fellas again stuck to the great spirit of Masters footy and the support from
the sidelines was fabulous. To get 26 players there was fantastic.
Thanks to Shane Parry for making the journey and taking photos and updating
the scores on Facebook for those who couldn’t make it.
Our last game is on Sunday August 27 against Wellington and we’d love to see as
many supporters down there to see out the season.
We’d especially love to see any former players, or fellas who’ve trained with us,
to head down to Gilbert Gordon Oval and enjoy the day.
Bring the family down also.
Moorabool: 3.1 5.5 7.6 7.6 8.7 11.11 (77)
Woodend-Hesket: 0.1 2.2 5.2 5.2 6.6 6.6 (42)
Goals: Koliba 2, Chiltern, Crook, Nolan, Mangan.
Best: Mangan, Chiltern, Mitchell, Allan, Koliba, McBride.
Tool of the Week: Jason Koliba
Milko Award: Matt Chiltern
New Leaves Award: Jock Allan
Woodend Nursery Award: Allan Mitchell