Six-foot-four, with a heaving chest the size of a gunpowder barrel, the young man cannoned through his fellow football fans, his cheeks silver with tears. Blubbering and wiping away the snot with his big sausage fingers, he barged his way towards the car park, desperate to get away from the inner city stadium. I couldn’t blame him. For the eleventh year in a row, our arch enemy – the Sydney Roosters (aka “the Scum”) – had belted our beloved South Sydney Rabbitohs (aka “the Vermin”) and the pain was too much. When were we ever going to beat these guys?
Well, the tide has turned. The great avengers have been born. On Monday night, the Rabbitohs beat the Roosters yet again 40-20. Russell Crowe’s gladiators have shown guts always have to come before the glory.
Football is guaranteed to make men cry. I’ve seen it sitting at matches many times. And I’ve had my head in my hands alongside them. For a long time I thought I was the jinx. Not any old jinx, mind you. But the cursed guy that Rusty’s crew throws off the boat in his film Master and Commander. For two years there, my three favourite teams – the Rabbitohs, Carlton and the San Francisco 49ers – were coming stone last or, mercifully, second last. My fearful TV approached police many times and begged to be put in a witness protection program.
It’s strange how we hold footballers up as heroes. It’s strange how we hold anyone up as heroes. Is it something we learn from a young age – bombarded with stories of Superman, Batman and Wonder Woman? Are we indoctrinated that there’s always going to be someone better than us?
I always loved comics – still do, even if I don’t read many anymore. My favourite heroes are:
1) Gambit
2) Batman
3) Wolverine
4) Grifter
5) Rogue
Not surprisingly, most of these are loners or freaks!
My upcoming novel, Beyond the Knock-Knock Door, deals with triplets who are mistaken as heroes. They are thrust into the limelight and told they have to slay a monster. Soon, they realise this hero stuff isn’t what it’s cracked up to be. It’s actually hard work.
I guess that comes from my journalist side. I’ve interviewed a few celebrities, politicians, actors and sports people over the years. Most of them love their jobs, but can’t stand the constant intrusion into their lives and some of the whack jobs that come out of the woodwork.
For Beyond the Knock-Knock Door, I didn’t want the same type of hero we normally read in fantasy-adventure. I wanted normal, modern-day kids who’d used their wits and humour to fight off monsters and anyone who got between them and chocolate. And no one is safe when that happens.
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