True Tigers don’t ever leave
I have no idea why I was drawn to Richmond. It would have been about 40 years ago, so a few key suspects have always been prime in my mind as to why Richmond became part of me. The early 70’s were part of the Hafey era. Of back-to-back Premierships, and finals seemingly all the time. The ‘Ruthless Richmond’ driven to attack the footy and opposition with full gusto, and the “Eat ’em alive” desire to win. They must have been on the TV every week. And would have been...