Vive Les Chats! Following Australian Football as an Expatriate

Vive Les Chats! Paris is a truly wonderful city. There can be morebeautiful or more character in the world. However, as anAussie, a vital ingredient in the tragic lack ofentertainment host city has to offer, is real footy coverage, which does not exist at all.The "Frogs" do not know what they're missing! I'm not talkingabout variety venerable world of soccer, or the super-padded, over-paid, U.S. grid heroes and especially not "throwyourself in the grass", which is called rugby game. Realfooty'm talking about here, the big game in Australia, which is certainly thebest spectator sport in the world half.I a mile and should not have read the biography of Buddha, I suppose. The Footy onlymade my thirst for cats and great gamein particular brand, the more intense. Although I was grateful when David (one of my five brothers living in Geelong, Cats still annoyingfor repetition) brought me to Paris "SleepyHollow, along with some videos of recent matches of cats. Buddha Cat Champ Wasa had admired for years and that he had signedthe book, which made special.While was busy watching the video, our free "shipper", the visitors wanted to go and see the sights of Paris: themagnificence of the Eiffel Tower, Champs Elysees, all grandestof worlds' Grand Avenue and Sainte Chapelle, high windows surround whereglorious. But hey, I have resolved hadmy priorities, I just wanted to settle with abaguette, a bottle of French red wine and watch the footy. I had to refresh my memory banks with a correction "Footy". I pray to know the players again, catch up on all theexcitement, skill and raw talent. Anddedicated the super-athletes are in shape, playing "Aussie Rules". But no, Wendy dedicated buyers dear sister-in-law, which is andDenise, my supposed Aussie (but footy-apathy) wantedto wife to go shopping in Paris. Women! As someone once said, we're sure they dolove but between species men can never understandthem? Denise and love that had lived in Paris for almost two years andwhile experience has been fantastic and we thoroughlyin with the City of Light, and enough is enough mate.The video shows David, noted in a blessing. TVcarries French cable endless, absolutely dead boring, English cooking shows (Ye Olde BBC) as well as a plethora of even more mind numbing shows houseand garden decoration, news, ... Darn little else.CNN repeats the same old, usual hours, after hours of television and speak their language liveFrench exquisite thousands zillion hours and I hate the English language, with a passion. TheFrench never understand the complexity of our footyanyway. My memories of grow in Geelong with footy as a staple Welshfamily were caused by the writings of Bhudda. Like somany other children of South Australia, we played footy everychance we had. At school, the local club on the street andthe Lane, where could. Our six sisters, so often thebackyard team - only and only for the numbers, mind you.We went to all the footy culture we have and we staywith all our lives, no matter where we are. Somethingthat E ' is in my blood, along with a dose ofBordeaux just when we lived in Paris. Hey, it was France after all! I was at the "G" (the legendary Melbourne Cricket Ground) Withdean and a wealth of other Welsh in 63, when the mighty Hawthorn Catsbeat. I was 12 and I cried with pure joy.I establishing the family cat in Geelong, Kardinia Park on Sunday morning to bury the Falcons. Again.Great times I cried for a child with football heroes had just won thegreatest sporting trophies, for a child anyway. Those memories are flooding back when I finally watchedthose tapes to Paris and read Bhudda's. yetagain understood what Australia has a great tradition in the game by immigrants whichoriginated Gealic Irish thegoldfields playing soccer in Ballarat in 1800. I also realized just kome these traditions meant to me and what I had missed years onOver overseas.I asked how many people live in Geelong whatthey really appreciated. A lifestyle people in the world would envy, in a country still considered at least a lucky country, if not THEluckiest, and a sporting tradition and sense of fair playthat reverberates around the world. My career in the oil sector took us to live wewouldn't abroad and return a minute of it, but I miss my footy! Singapore was our first announcement exciting, but, unfortunately, has no chance Australianfootball do in