Soooooooooooo ...
On Saturday I did something I've not done for 40 odd years, since my Dad took me to an Ashes test match,
I rocked up to the Gabba yesterday, Saturday.
I would have gone either on Day 1 or Day 2 but, despite what you see on the TV, it was a sell-out and couldn't
secure a ticket.
When I was looking at the few available seats on Day 3, I clicked one and it flashed ...
WARNING, English Supporters Seating ... be prepared for spontaneous singing, merriment and copious consumption of alcohol.
I though, yep, that sounds like me ... accept.
Yesterday it was drive to the train station, buy a newspaper, something I'd not done for more then a year.
"How much !" I asked when he said $4. I got through, maybe 1/2 of it before we reached the Central Station,
Brisbane's Haufbahnhof. Then onto the shuttle bus, a few stops on the way to collect fellow merry makers.
Well, I'm sitting there hoping some scantily clad Swedish blond would waft her svelte arse next to mine.
But no, a man, sort of old enough to be my Dad parked his arse and spent the next 20 mins studying the Form Guide.
There lot's of Aussies joining at the Haufbahnhof, but as we made more stops, more Motels/Hotels, more and more soap
dodgers shuffled on. Their lack of personal hygiene cleverly disguised by some rather expensive Eau de Toilette
I suppose we get the more 'well healed' Ashes supporter.
But what that aroma couldn't mask was the early morning tipple more then a few had imbued
Ah ... good luck to them.
So, I'm sitting there, minding my own business and then ... well I don't know what to call 'him' boarded, complete with his
gaggle of body guards.
Well fuck me ... I cracked a smile that didn't leave ALL day.
Apparently it was part of his Bucks celebration.
Top bloke, took his time to stop and let me grab this photo.
And, as for his bodyguards ... well, we all knew their names/nics ..
Hello to Digga and Dogga, Stan and Hilly plus Juicy and ***ster
And that just about summed up the Aussies. Fun, colourfull and out for a good day @ the Gabba, come win, lose or draw.
So, having taken the express lane though security I was confronted with the first dilemma ... first beer or find your seat.
Being an Aussie, I went, logically, for the 'first beer' option.
I'm used to paying $5 for a beer @ the Footy but $7.90 for a mid strength ...
Brunch
People travelled from around the world to attend. Some Folk from the Hawaiian Islands, judging form their colourfull shirts.
Even some Mexicans
Ah, it all makes sense now, the older man sitting next to me on the bus reading the form guide. Jockeys and Horses.
Actually, while I thought I had timed my arrival to the grounds to perfection, not wanting to miss a moment of the action, I rang ahead and asked that
England stay in the sheds till I was ready ... and they complied. Later that day I was also to meet the Queen of England, twice, but a later story.
I gave a call to the sheds, told the boys it's all good, hands off snakeys, come out and play ball.
OK, one more beer bought before seating and all was sweet.
Struck up a conversation with a couple of Poms, I was surrounded by them.
On hearing my dulcet tones of 'Australin they inquired as to how I came across seats in the English Supporters Seating ...
Not wanting to miss an opportunity for some mischief. "Yeh Mate, saw they were 1/2 price because I had to sit
amongst the soap dodgers'.
They were aghast, then I fessed up.
I actually wanted to sit with the Barmy Army.
God damm they are fun. Aussies don't have anything close.
Sure, the Benaud's are a 'larf' but ... they arn't a patch on the Barmy Army.
Below, somehow I managed to smudge the lens somehow,
sorry about that Chaps.
^ Now, notice the shade on the grounds.
It was before Lunch and the cheering was subdued.
The 'oil' in the shape of bountifull beers was yet to
lubricate the Barmy Army.
^ The fameous Army bugler ... legend that man is.
^ ^^ Who was their favorite bowler?
Jimmy Anderson
I always thought the Barmy Army had a Cheerleader,
but no-one seemed to take control until ...
until the guy above arrived and organised things.
He seemed to know everyone and seemed a nice guy.
Where did I sit?
If you caught the interview with Dizzy Gillespie,
close enough, not more then a pitch length away.
Surprised, geeze he's thin.
So, that was it. I departed when the Pom got struck in the Helmet.
I had a ball. The Aussies don't have anything like the Barmy Army.
Great blokes, so much fun, though not for kids.
If you get the chance, do get along.
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