Mielenkiintoista aina kuunnella sivusta vanhan ajan tarinoita eri saantojen pallonpotkimisen valilla. Muistan viime GF viikonloppuna lauantaina mummolassa kaydessani laittaneeni tv:n paalle aamupaivalla ja katselleeni joitakin haasttatteluja jotka edeltivat AFL grand finaalia,,,no mummo (asunut ikansa Qld:ssa) kuuli jotain mainittavan pallon potkinnasta minun ja poikani valilla ja han sanoi etta "niin huomis iltanahan on se iso peli kello 6.30." Minahan tartuin heti syottiin ja aloin kiusaamaan etta ehei se ISO pelihan on tanaan 14.30,,mummo siihen etta jaa kylla mina luulen etta se on huomenna,,,johon mina etta eikun tanaan. Selityksena se etta han ei edes ajatellut AFL GF olevan mikaan iso juttu, mutta liigan finaali on SE ja ainut finaali.
Toisen mielenkiintoisen jutun kuulin joskus kauan sitten kaveriltani Melbournessa, han ja hanen sukunsa taasen olivat aina asuneet Victoriassa ja AFL oli se ainut peli. Han kertoi minulle etta soccerrilla on ennen ollut huono maine johtuen sen vakivaltaisuudesta, Selityksena se etta sita pelasivat eri siirtolaisryhmittymat esim Kroatit ja muut tuliluontoiset siirtolaiset ja peleissa esiintyi aika paljon vakivaltaisuutta katsojien kesken (kotimaasta tuotuja vihoja), ja pelia kutsuttiinkin nimella Wogball.
Taisi tata esiintya ihan hiljattain (5v sisalla?) jossain melbournessa taisivat joutua ongelmiin asian yhteydessa, ei kuitenkaan mitaan joskus euroopassa esiintyneeseen levottomuuteen...
loytyi hauska muistelma joltain "ten pound pom" perheen pojalta, joka kertoi lapsuudestaan jossain WA:n kaupungissa soccerin harrastajan hassu lainaus
http://www.ozfootball.net/ark/articles/wogball.htmlja kylla rasistinen? wogball nimi yha livahtaa mediassa
kuten aina yhta valpas mediawatch bongasi
http://www.abc.net.au/mediawatch/transcripts/s1672136.htmMeanwhile, in the winter there was footy, or Australian Rules Football to be precise. There was no doubt that in early seventies parlance, footy and soccer were anathema to one another, and this mutual hatred was evidenced not just in the local schoolyard, but across the whole sporting spectrum of Western Australian society. To footy lovers in those days, soccer was ungraciously and rather narrow-mindedly dubbed 'wogball' and a 'poofter's game', a misnomer resulting from the overblown celebrations expressed by international soccer players in that era, and perhaps also from the amount of time many players spent on the ground after a heavy tackle.
Footy, on the other hand, was a real mans game. This was obvious from the sleeveless guernseys designed to show off the biceps, the tightness of the shorts to emphasise the muscular, masculine buttock (and also to induce testicular cancer in later years), and by the aggressive and sometimes dangerous tackling allowed within the rules of the game. You didn't see footy players hugging and kissing after scoring a goal either - hardly necessary considering both teams often boot a dozen goals a game - nor did you see footy players rolling around on the floor whinging after a heavy tackle. They got straight up and on with the game, because they were real red-blooded heterosexual testosterone-fuelled Aussie men who never cried or ate quiche. Ever.
jalkeenjaanyt kirjoitus:
Aattelein etta Perrr...minakaan en kylla koskaan ala mitaan Quichea syomaan pohojanmaallta ku olen, mika lie vasenkatisten ruoka
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiche no kuvan nahdessani ja kuvauksen niin ajattelin etta mummohan tata tekee koko ajan mutta ei tama mitaan ranskalaista ole tama on oikeaa aussia
http://www.theage.com.au/articles/2002/04/13/1018333431408.htmlThe classic Aussie quiche is another fine example. Your correspondent vividly recalls sticking one of these to the ceiling of a pub toilet. A visit to the same dunny two years later revealed the quiche still firmly in position, apparently none the worse for wear. Now, perhaps real soldiers don't eat quiche, but they could certainly use them for other important combat tasks, such as holding makeshift bridges in place, or covering grenade craters in runways.
