The dirt at the MCG has barely settled after that wonderful day at the ‘G’ barely two weeks ago and here I am treading the luscious green turf of the Caulfield racecourse. Gone are the earthy jeans, puffer jacket, tiger scarf and runners.
This is Sharon. We met the day after the grand final on a Punt Road bound train. I got on at Caulfield station with Hugo, my only Tiger offspring, and at 14 years and five months of age he has been a devoted fan throughout. Together we have traversed the muddy times, the shock losses […]