The Coodabeen Champions | Billy Boils
Well you’d have to feel fairly happy if you were the League wouldn’t you?
They wanted a national competition and here we are gathered together on Grand Final day to witness the ultimate game on the fuhrenical fixture, and two non-victorian clubs are to compete.
When Fitzroy was separated from their home and their history, this must have been the day the league had in mind.
As they boarded up the entrance to the old Albert Park ground, did they dare think this match would loom so large, so soon?
When the brave-hearted few at the Western Oval resisted their imperial charge, I wonder, did they console themselves with the possibility of two interstate clubs competing for the chalice this swiftly?
Yes, it is a watershed .
Make a mark on that thar tree League, this is a day to remember.
I’m loathe to point out however that in terms of competition cleansing, this occasion isn’t entirely Aryan.
Although it’s a blue-ribbon day for the brown-shirts at the League,
The fact remains that the caste of the lionhearted bears, or bearchested lions, or whatever they are currently told to trade as, is decidedly mulatto.
The baked-on grease and grime of the gorilla still remains.
That stubborn stain known as old Fitzroy, just won’t wash out.
Maroon again, naturally.
No, the League's purification dream won’t fully be realized until all players from the original Fitzroy list have ceased to represent the beautiful one day Brisbane the next mélange.
The bloodline is at present un-pure, but league, rest easy. In the blink of a blinkered eye, we will have humungous homogenous hordes of stepford children filling the lists of all the interstate teams.
No longer will September be sullied and soiled by syncretic synthesis. no more shall you endure the fag-ends of footy’s history filling to overflowing and forming a filthy and fetid meniscus in the ashtray you call AFL.
Your work here, will have been done.
The national game, will indeed be that of One Nation.
I’m Billy. and I have boiled.