Can't remember too much about the game itself but what I will always remember was this. We were sitting high up in the scaffolding terrace seating at the south western corner of the ground. Twas back in my drinking days and my old Parky Publican had scored us free tickets and also free tickets to the XXXX pissup area just down and around from our seats. I was with the dear wife, my young son who was 16 at the time and a couple of his mates. I spent the entire lower grade games resting up against a barrel table at the free piss area. From my vantage point there I couldn't see a bloody thing happening on the field but I got to witness a farh-can ferocious electrical storm was heading right for us. You could see the lighting striking the ground miles away.
I went into survival mode and found a pie van kiosk type thingy and asked the bloke if I could borrow three of his pie tray boxes, those long narrow ones, that was neatly stacked on the ground beside his van setup
There was no protection from the weather where we were seated. None what so ever. Should of seen the look on the wifes face as I am climbing up the steps with three empty pie trays. But Jim Bowie Quigs instructed his missus, the boys and myself to seek shelter under the pie trays as soon as the rains came pissing down. That is all we had. A lot of people around us didn't see or have a clue that the storm was about to hit.
Luckily I was on the free piss and saw it. But I reckoned the heavy rain tasted better than the 4X that day. Was a VB man meself.
