Sam Lalor made the obligatory phone call to his dad this week; his selection wasn’t exactly a surprise. It wasn’t exactly Marlion Pickett in grand final week. And it wasn’t exactly Richard Nixon phoning Neil Armstrong and Buzz Aldrin. It was as monosyllabic as most teenagers phoning their parents.
Many good judges consider Lalor’s dad, Steve, to be one of the best country footballers they’ve seen. He played in the Ovens and Murray league when that competition was one of the strongest in Victoria. He played in an era when a lot of good players were missed by the system, didn’t want to live in Melbourne or had their careers derailed by injury.
