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I don't understand football I never have, I went once to a football match, with some girlfriends ( they played netball). We were teenagers & I can only describe it as kinda like a dryland Puberty Blues. .. the boyz were on the field &  we walked around the oval like seriously 7 or 8 times while the game played. I never went back. To survive a Victorian childhood , I learned to lie. 

 

When caught in an inevitable football conversation, my default escape setting was to tell them I barracked for Collingwood…..they usually turned away in disgust & never talk to me again #win-win situation.

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 But curiously I collected the back pages of the local news paper , especially if it was a particularly stirring photo of the footy boyz in action !

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These are their pictures, I madeup the story.