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– Jack Gertelman on January 21st, 2012My football team is one of the oldest clubs in the Australian Football League. I’ve barracked for St. Kilda since I was four and old enough to choose the red, white and black vertical-striped jumper off the rack at the local sports store. My mother was kind enough to leave the choice to me, instead of simply buying me the colors of the team she grew up supporting with her father every other Saturday at the Footscray Oval.
When I was asked what my favorite number was to go on the back of the guernsey (jersey to the Americans) and I answered, “three,” my mother asked the store manager which St. Kilda player wore that number. It turned out, back then in 1968, that it was a great player by the name of Ross Smith. How serendipitous was that! With my name being Rowan Smith, it was love at first sight. And it was love forevermore with regards the St Kilda Football Club.
Unfortunately, it turns out that my beloved St Kilda Saints are the least successful of the original clubs in the history of the league, only ever winning the one Premiership – we call it the Grand Final, the Australian equivalent of the Super Bowl – in 1966, by the narrowest of possible margins: one point. But at least I was actually alive at the time!
The point (yes, the one single point) is that I’m now 47 years of age and despite having been lucky enough to watch the Saints play in three Grand Finals in the past two years, we are still the least successful of the original league’s twelve clubs. (How come three Grand Finals in just two years? Because the match was a draw in 2010, so the Grand Final was replayed the following week - only the third time in history that this has happened.)
My wife puts it this way: “I know you’ll always be loyal, because loyalty’s in your blood: You follow St Kilda.”
In 1998 and 2009, having been the benchmark team for both those seasons, and losing only two regular games all season in 2009, we lead in both Grand Finals for most of the games, only to be beaten in the latter stages. In 2009, we were heartbreakingly close: in the dying minutes – no, seconds! – of the game, the Geelong Cats got in front of us and won. Although we’d had our “foot on their throats” all of the game (made more impressive by Geelong having been a powerhouse club for the previous three or four seasons), we simply didn’t complete the task that day. We kicked inaccurately, then left them a chance, and they took it. Their win was a tragic and incomprehensible loss for us. The following weeks and months for Saints fans were utterly gut-wrenching.
But we’re a proud team on a seemingly destined quest, and having had years on the build, it really did look as if we might finally be able to go all the way in 2010.
After a rocky start last year (we lost our captain in the second match of the year, for most of the season, with a serious hamstring injury), we did finally, and against the odds, make it through to the Grand Final. On that memorable day, we came from behind with an inspired surge late in the game, went into the lead, but ultimately only tied with the younger, faster team, the Collingwood Magpies. The following week, they returned, taller and more confident from their experience, and annihilated us by a record Grand Final score. It was a double heartbreak.
This year was to be our third tilt at the Holy Grail, to win our second, ever-elusive Premiership. Yes, I was still a believer! But St Kilda has been off to a disastrous start in 2011, and our season is already all but shot. One unconvincing win from seven games, and already we’re languishing in thirteenth place on a table of 17 teams. We’re now only just above those teams that will have to build over many years before they themselves can hope to be a force.
The Premiership window that has loomed so large in recent years, after so many years in the wilderness, appears to have shut. Other teams have worked out our game plan, developed their own bigger-bodied lists, and used early draft picks throughout their own lean times to recruit lightning-fast players.
It’s going to be a long, very long season, but what can you do when you’re in love?