It was tempting, sitting there in your shorts and thongs over the weekend, to think all was well with the world, and with football. Footy loves a ‘great story’ and the opening round was replete with them. We watched a young man who’s endured two bouts of chemotherapy kick a goal at the MCG. We welcomed back another who has had to retrain his neural pathways, and who recently admitted “I was a shell of the person I was”. We drank in the joy and lunacy of Joe Daniher. In Jason Horne-Francis and Nick Daicos, we saw the future.
After two years of cardboard cut-outs and fake crowd noise, we were gifted heaving crowds and high scores.
