Hi all!
I've been giving you a fair bit of stick on Twitter recently about MFC merchandise (my handle is, ahem, @jmac). I mostly try and keep it light-hearted/civil, but every now and then I get a bit... ranty. And sweary. At the suggestion of the inimitable @demonblog, I decided to gather my thoughts and words from the gutter and try and give some more constructive criticism. If you're still reading at this point, thanks for indulging me.
You see—and I'm sure everyone who writes to you to complain says this—I love the Melbourne Football Club. I haven't been a member for as long as some, but I've followed the club since I was born. My Dad barracks for the Dees, and so do my two brothers and sister. My son Angus does now too, and with any luck so will his sister, Zara. Angus has been a member since he was born, and I'm hoping to sign 6 month-old Zara up this year too. My Dad is lucky enough to have seen the club win a Grand Final back in the day –