Me too, so much.
I have so many memories of Dogs games at Belmore. Sitting on the hill, can of Coke and hot dog in hand, screaming myself hoarse, watching champion players run around for the team I love.
It's still a special place to me, from walking through the turnstiles, to running behind the posts hoping to catch a conversion or goal attempt as a kid.
The excitement, remembering how it felt walking to the ground knowing we were always hard to beat at home
Belmore was the fortress of Canterbury. Sunday afternoon. 3 grades, a good crowd in attendance to see the lot. Young kids coming through. If a bloke had a good game he'd be on the bench for the next game, and would quite often get a run.
Hot dogs, meat pies, steak sandwiches in the grandstand.
Doubles on the main game, get your doubles. Peanuts here, get your peanuts. Candy coated or in the shell.
Countdown to the main game.
George Peponis, the Australian Captain, leading them down the tunnel. Mortimer, Hughes, Mortimer, Hughes, Mortimer, Hughes.
Imagine going to the footy and seeing 2 sets of 3 brothers in the main game. Throw in Brentnall, Billy Noonen, Phil Charlton, Robbo. No wonder we had combinations. All that backyard footy together for the Mortimer and Hughes clans.
The confidence would ooze out of them as the team trotted onto Belmore. Our home, our fortress.
A dummy from Gary Hughes, and he's away, picking up Peter Mortimer who passes to Steve, their not gonna catch him over 40 metres, or a cutout ball from Phil Charlton picking up a flying Steve Gearin, another Bulldogs try. Peponis from dummy half....their not gonna stop him, another try. Oh....that was high...out comes the magic sponge....oh he'll be alright. Little did we realise back then, that often he wasn't alright, but we only had like a 2 replacement rule, so he'd just have to play on.
A train stops to watch another Steve Gearin conversion from the touchline. The scores in the other games announced over the loudspeakers....oohs and ahhhs, Manly losing yeh, Penrith beating Parra...it's a good day.
What better way to spend your Sunday afternoon, than at Belmore watching another highly polished performance by the Bulldogs.
Confidence is in the air out Belmore way. That win in Melbourne, the way we did it, was huge.
Golden Slipper today, the Dogs at Belmore tomorrow. What a weekend.
Lets trot boys.