mjp
30-08-2019, 01:53 PM
So. I grew up (and still live) in Perth.
The year I turned 14 (which was in the mid-80's) I spent a week with my junior team sleeping in the rooms at the FFC. I have told this story over and again. From that point forward I supported the Bulldogs in two states - I added Footscray to my love of the Red and White's over here.
I didn't really understand the significance of the '85 season and the prelim loss (though I watched on TV and supported the team) and certainly didn't 'get' the reality of 'FIGHTBACK' in '89. I lived through the Brownless goal and the 97/98 tragedies from a long way away. To quote the famous saying about bacon and eggs, the chicken is interested, the pig is committed. I guess I was 'interested'.
In 2004 that changed. In 2004 I moved to Melbourne and the team that took the field over the next few years was - and will always be - MY team. Boyd coming off the rookie list, Lindsay Gilbee, Johnno, Scott West, Brian, Bob, Gia, Mitch Hahn. Even Aker! I watched them live pretty much every week - and those I didn't watch live we always seemed to gather as a group of supporters to watch together. And part of that group - part of 'MY TEAM' - was Dale Morris.
I remember his debut, I can still feel the nerves in my gut when he ran out to play on Macleod in his first game (what was the coach thinking - he's a first gamer from the rookie list against the best player in the game) and I remember those first couple of seasons where he clearly didn't have his 'kicking license' and handballed 99/100 times he touched the footy.
I don't know how everyone else feels but for me today truly does feel like the end of an era - the end of 'MY BULLDOGS', the glorious run and gun excitement of the early Eade days where Lindsay Gilbee kicked pinpoint 65m drop punts, Jordie McMahon bounced the ball straight down the corridor, Brad Johnson kicked bags of 8 at full-forward and Dale Morris played on the poor bloke in the opposition forward line who didn't get to touch the ball, let alone kick a goal. 'MY TEAM' never won it all (though they got bloody close) and but for a bit of luck...
I'm sure there will be some glowing tributes to Dale - he certainly deserves every one. For me, he will always be part of my team who dominated the opposition at 'Telstra Dome' during my time living in Melbourne.
The year I turned 14 (which was in the mid-80's) I spent a week with my junior team sleeping in the rooms at the FFC. I have told this story over and again. From that point forward I supported the Bulldogs in two states - I added Footscray to my love of the Red and White's over here.
I didn't really understand the significance of the '85 season and the prelim loss (though I watched on TV and supported the team) and certainly didn't 'get' the reality of 'FIGHTBACK' in '89. I lived through the Brownless goal and the 97/98 tragedies from a long way away. To quote the famous saying about bacon and eggs, the chicken is interested, the pig is committed. I guess I was 'interested'.
In 2004 that changed. In 2004 I moved to Melbourne and the team that took the field over the next few years was - and will always be - MY team. Boyd coming off the rookie list, Lindsay Gilbee, Johnno, Scott West, Brian, Bob, Gia, Mitch Hahn. Even Aker! I watched them live pretty much every week - and those I didn't watch live we always seemed to gather as a group of supporters to watch together. And part of that group - part of 'MY TEAM' - was Dale Morris.
I remember his debut, I can still feel the nerves in my gut when he ran out to play on Macleod in his first game (what was the coach thinking - he's a first gamer from the rookie list against the best player in the game) and I remember those first couple of seasons where he clearly didn't have his 'kicking license' and handballed 99/100 times he touched the footy.
I don't know how everyone else feels but for me today truly does feel like the end of an era - the end of 'MY BULLDOGS', the glorious run and gun excitement of the early Eade days where Lindsay Gilbee kicked pinpoint 65m drop punts, Jordie McMahon bounced the ball straight down the corridor, Brad Johnson kicked bags of 8 at full-forward and Dale Morris played on the poor bloke in the opposition forward line who didn't get to touch the ball, let alone kick a goal. 'MY TEAM' never won it all (though they got bloody close) and but for a bit of luck...
I'm sure there will be some glowing tributes to Dale - he certainly deserves every one. For me, he will always be part of my team who dominated the opposition at 'Telstra Dome' during my time living in Melbourne.