2005 Premiers
Wednesday, September 28th, 2005 by Des
How do you sum up the enormity of what happened on Saturday afternoon?
The day after the grand final, I stumbled onto a V-Line train to Geelong, clutching that day’s Herald Sun and The Age. I’ve since secured copies of Sunday/Monday’s HS, Age, Daily Tele, SMH.. Even Monday’s Geelong Advertiser - with local boy Amon Buchanan, and the Colac Herald “Colac’s Super Swan Amon Buchanan”.
So anyway, there I was with my papers, a bottle of coke, hat, scarf, blah blah… and I passed another similarly hatted, scarfed, dog-tired and sunglassed Swans supported. We shared a nod and a smile. That’s all we needed.
When I got to Geelong station, there were a couple of old boys with the now-regulation battered Swans scarves, waiting for their cars. Another set of nods and smiles. “Now I can go back to barracking for Footscray”, one of them quipped, straightfaced.
My lasting memory of this will be the feeling in the city after the game. Mike, Charlie and I walked from South Melbourne to our hotel on Spencer St, hardly a car or group of people would pass without hearing a cheerful “Go Swans!”, we’d share the aforementioned smiles and nods with fellow red-scarfed people wandering the streets of Melbourne.
The enormity didn’t really hit me until Baz and Roosy lifted the cup. Oh My God, I thought. We’ve won the flag. Just looking around the delirious crowd at the MCG, I kept wondering what it meant to each and every one of them. This is only my ninth year of membership, and I was stunned beyond belief - what must it be like for the long-time faithful? I take my hat off to you all.
I never heard the final siren.
One moment, I roared in triumph as Leo came up with the ball, perhaps a hint of panic in my voice as I pleaded with him to settled down, take his time, go long, get it out of there!!
Next thing I know, we were all celebrating.

