Brookers Not Quite

Gembrook-Cockatoo were valiant in defeat on Saturday in the YMDFL grand final against Upwey-Tecoma at the Healesville sports complex. In a spirited contest they were a couple goals down at the final siren, making them runners up two years in a row.

I'm not one who says winning is everything. The great thing is competing and giving your best effort. There's a geat Teddy Roosevelt quote I have had stuck inside a cupboard door in in our laundry for probably 20 years, which I won't go check now for fear of disturbing Lib's chickens which still are housed there at night. It talks of admiration for those brave souls who strive for victory yet come up short after having given their all, and of repugnance for their critics in defeat who are themselves too timid to enter the contest.

Lib Gordon and I packed a picnic lunch of salami and salad rolls and found a good viewing spot on what was pleasant sunny day with at times a gusty wind that carried a bit of chill. The downside of the day, besides the result, was the ridiculously loud music played over the PA pre game and at breaks. It was enough to make me want to go home a few times.

Gord took the car keys at half time and went to get a score from the Eagles Geelong game at half time, returning during the third quarter. At three quarter time with the Brookers trailing by 2 points and in with a big chance, I went out to the 3/4 time huddle to hear the coach and soak up a bit of the emotion building in expectation of a rousing last quarter. When I returned Lib told me Gord had lost the car keys, he knew not where, so he and I went off to retrace his course, which he had done already.

We couldn't find them. I went to the kiosk and the bar and asked if someone had handed in a set of car keys. No. I thought I should try the other bar over near where Gord had said he went to the toilet, and on the way look for a Gembrook person to get a lift back with to get the spare keys from home. Yes, the barman said there were keys handed in, he gave them to 'a league bloke'. They wear league jackets. I found one, he didn't have them, but said he'd go and find out who did. I said I'd wait where I was, behind the goals. He was back in five minutes with the keys much to my relief.

When I returned to Lib and Gord they were ready to go home so we left just as the game was finishing. The anthem of the Upwey Tigers was blasting over the PA, the same theme song as the AFL Richmond Tigers. Lib asked me what would be playing had Gembrook won, to which I answered I had no idea. I've since asked around and still don't know.

Lib and I agreed it was a pity about the loud music. We also also found the medal presentations to the winning players of the reserves GF and the netballers before the main game tedious, and the line up of the senior teams before the game to the playing of the national anthem. I mean what the hell for, it seems copy cat to me. I prefer good old country footy atmosphere with the traditional crowd noise and expectation. Spare me the entertainment and pomp.