Spoke to Geoff Southby at an AGM years ago at the MCG, really nice bloke.

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#DonTheStash

Ken Hunter, Wayne Johnston, Jimmy Buckley, Peter Bosostow, Rod Ashman, Bruce Doull

Oh my so many.

Lately

Fev, Kernahan, Brad Pearce, Mil Hanna, Ang Christou, Peter Dean, Mad Dog Brown.

Oh the memories !! There are heaps more.

Matthew Lappin was a favourite of mine. Because he played in good Carlton, & he played in rubbish Carlton. But he was always good.

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Ken Hunter.
Favourite current player is Walsh.

@#$%&! this joint skews over 40!

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The only way for some people to understand is for them to be on the receiving end

Left wing moralists
In self serving denial
They shit me no end

RIP Charlie Kirk (was/were)

Who are our favourite players through the hearld-suns?

And always against the bombers.

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Congratulations CK95

Bruce Doull. The personification of all that's good about football.

If I recall correctly, The Two Tones referred to TC as a 'bunch of grumpy old people'

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Our tradition demands success!

Bruce Doull (named a HJ Holden station wagon after him- the ultimate cruiser! )
Peter Dean
Sticks Kernahan
Greg "Diesel" Williams
Craig Bradley
Anthony Koutoufides (please forgive me for the spelling!!)
SOS
Jacob Weitering
Sam Walsh
The Dominator (WJ)
Ken Hunter
Paddy Cripps
Jim Buckley

Special mention to:
Fraser Brown
Big Harry Madden
Michael Sexton
Geofff Southby

Sorry about the list.....mate, I could include our Brownlow Meal winners before Diesel....Deacon, Collis and Johnny James (Lovely bloke he was!!)
Wayne Harmes

If I could be arsed I'd make a team based on my favs in my life.... Eg
B. SOUTHBY SOS HOGG
DOULL DEAN HUNTER

C. GLASCOTT. WILLIAMS KOUTA


and now I can't be bothered

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Between our dreams and actions lies this world

Got lost today, drove down Armfield street

I had some nice memories of Denis.

Wasnt a natural footballer but gave his all for CFC

Had the pleasure 35 years ago working with Braddles, Harmesey, warren Ralph and Rod Ashman. Was very close with Rod....it was my task as a ‘junior’ to show Rod the ropes on how to be a sales person - hilarious it was. He was on the MC at the time, so in return for my ‘words of wisdom’ he would delight me with the weekly going ons at the blues (1987). It was a year of building a great friendship and of course we won the flag.

Mil THE CRANIUM Hanna.

Strange that a pudgy 14 year old Jewish kid should love a Lebbo so much, but I flower adored that guy.

Went and got 13 on my jumper and all.

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O say does that star spangled banner yet wave.

Big Nick
SOS
Sticks
Doull

Dominator

Harmes
Williams
Judd
Hanna -the best looking footballer in the AFL and named my second daughter after him PS SWMBO would dispute that

You called your daughter Milham?

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“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn't become a king. The palace turns into a circus.”
Turkish Proverb

I wanted to GWS but alas had to just stick to Hanna(h)

Judd simply because most of the other Carlton greats were surrounded by other Carlton greats.

Apart from a breif time with Fev . Judd carried them on his back

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If you allow the Government to change the Laws in an emergency
They will create an Emergency to change the Laws

Agendas?

Nearly every Carltonian has been grumpy for the last 20 years, young and old.

They're on TC they're on BF, they're on all of the podcasts....just dsepends on what happened on the weekend.

In all forums you read from young ones...WTF do I barrack for f%^$^&%*&*& Carlton?
They give me nightmares, depress me bla bla bla

Lets see how the tune changes when we get on the winning trail next year.

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Everyone looks good in Navy Blue

Tony Moclair is an old friend of mine.

Spent a lot of his life being a grumpy bastard...

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“When a clown moves into a palace, he doesn't become a king. The palace turns into a circus.”
Turkish Proverb