Gaelic football enters our consciousness twice a year. Once, when it gets thrown into the Irish Stew on St Patrick’s day along with hurling (both versions!) and James Joyce, when…
“Get your hands off him ya dirty piece a ‘Rat shit”, spits a stout Stawell man. The Aararat player looks up sharply and gives him a savage finger, provoking another…
It begins at the historic Yarrawonga Weir with a blast from a Crimean War blunderbuss, a great puff of screeching sulphur-crested cockatoos, a churn of white water, and intense barracking…