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My fellow Australians,

I've been invited here to talk to Centre Square, in these big marquees
on Punt Road Oval. And speaking of Punt Road Oval, let me tell you
something for nothing - Jack Dyer would be spinning in his grave if he
could see the place right now. Full of a bunch of Collins Street
corporate criminals, Chapel Street designer cats and Toorak poodle
rooters who have about as much interest in football as Paris Hilton
has an interest in astrophysics.

Captain Blood didn't break every bone in his body and commit multiple
acts of on-field heroism and homicide so he could see his beloved home
ground turned into an over-priced pre-match party for
chardonnay-swilling spivs and their assorted hangers-on attending
their one footy match of the year, whilst tens of thousands of hard-
working honest battlers who love the game and love their team are
denied the chance to attend the greatest game in the world.

I've had a gutful. Whilst this bunch of Armani-wearing, Audi- driving,
Prada-carrying try-hards monopolise priceless vantage points in the
MCG, millions of genuine footy fans who have followed their team
through thick and thin have to make do by watching the game at home or
down at the local pub, whilst the Melbourne spivocracy get to sit on
their fat posteriors in a marquee and wouldn't even know the way to
the MCG without a tour guide.

Since most of you haven't attended a single match this year and know
nothing about football, let me give you a few tips - Geelong wears
blue, Hawthorn wears brown, and in case you were wondering, there'll
be no fashions on the field at half-time, and no, the Lexus Centre
across the road is not a prestige car dealership.

Centre Square is not only unfair. Centre Square is not only
inequitable.
Centre Square is downright un-Australian! And so are all of you! In
fact, I bet you're all so un-Australian that you all hate the Anzacs,
you booed Cathy Freeman, and you want to cull cute cuddly koalas
because one of them once jumped out in front of your Range Rover on
the way to Mount Hotham.

But it's not just you who are at fault. I also blame the AFL - those
out-of-touch, opera-loving elitists at AFL headquarters who are
responsible for this unconscionable abomination need to take a good
hard look in the mirror. That is if they can handle the sight of moral
and spiritual bankruptcy staring back at them.

I also blame the government. Our new Prime Minister has clearly failed

his first test of leadership if he thinks it's acceptable to allow an
event like this to go ahead without a pre-emptive strike by the SAS.
The PM is doing nothing to ease the squeeze on working families on the
bottom rung of the ladder of opportunity who just want to see their
team in the Granny. But he'd better get his act together and do
something about it, or millions of angry footy fans will do it for
him.

Revolutions have been started and governments have been overthrown for
lesser outrages than this. And people ask why we need capital
punishment.

So cut off your silver tails, tear up your fur coats and get fair
dinkum. Our great Australian game is the greatest game in the world
- the game of the people. Not some once-a-year marquee piss-up for an
overpaid, over-dressed pack of passionless corporate cretins who only
turn up for the free chardonnay and then spend the actual game looking
about as interested and excited as a line of Easter Island statues.

So don't bother coming across to the MCG this afternoon, because
you're not welcome. The next train out of Melbourne leaves Richmond
station in 10 minutes - so make sure you're on it. Or, better still,
under it.

So don't be un-Australian - everyone here in Centre Square can get
stuffed! You know it makes sense.

I'm Sam Kekovich.