The grand final ticketing debacle once again proves the AFL doesn’t give a rat’s about the fans
Back before the internet, people had to line up outside ticketing agencies to get their seats for big games. That’s what we did for the 1990 grand final – camping outside Northland for over a week to ensure we got in early. I was part of my brother’s posse – about thirty or so fanatical Collingwood supporters who would attend games weekly and occupy the (half-forward flank) hill at Victoria Park. My brother had meticulously drawn up a roster stating who’d mind our spot in the queue and...