I was at the MCG on Friday night for one of those memorably close preliminary final struggles where the fans can get seats rather than the corporate theatre-goers.
The noise was extraordinary; I did not hear any of the four sirens.
What endures in my memory is that for a city of our size we punch above our weight in hosting amazing and peaceful sporting spectacles.
In the cauldron of the MCG there were almost 90,000 people yelling their lungs out. Not a single violent incident on or off the field.
Almost half the crowd was female, and near me they were the most vocal. Kids of all ages were everywhere. A group of Somalis occupied the row in front of me. The Hawks seem to have a lot of South Asian fans.
After the game, opposing players embraced and the emotion between the indigenous players was strong.
The crowd left the stadium in peace and shared irreverent humour.
In the context of global recession, national political mediocrity, and the continual dumbing-down of our culture, you need to find something positive, and I found it Friday night at the ‘G.
Go Melbourne (the city)!





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