As a little kid in outer suburban Chirnside Park in the late 1970s, I still recall my parents giving me the opportunity to pick the footy team I’d barrack for. Would it be Collingwood, for whom Mr Carthew, across the street, had played? Essendon, the team of my grandfather?   For the full post, please … Continue reading Melbourne sacking was inevitable, but it doesn’t make it any less sad