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Grand Final week. Oh, my heart. In my adult life, I’ve been to well over 600 Collingwood games. There’s been winning and losing Grand Finals. I’ve hugged many strangers over the years when the siren’s sounded, and I’ve broken down in tears (thank you to the 10-year-old who picked me up off the floor when Jamie Elliot kicked that goal last year).

Collingwood superfan reveals how his week will unfold ahead of the grand final.Credit: The Age

Forget Rome, I can think about Collingwood every 10 or so minutes, and sometimes much, more than that.

I’m one of those Collingwood supporters, and surprisingly despite all this, I’m also a high-functioning adult.

Friday night’s prelim final… wow. I did not enjoy it. The last six minutes was torture. When the siren went, me and my friends who’ve been with me at the footy over 30 years cried out a heap of WE DID IT followed by jugs full of WE’RE IN THE GRAND FINAL. It was wild. We love each other and we love the Pies.

The same group reconvened via zoom Sunday morning to buy Grand Final tickets. Gazillions of laptops out, refreshing that damn Ticketek page. But WE DID IT. We got tickets. Commiserations to those who couldn’t.

Monday has seen a lot of SMS group discussion (138 notifications today!), about what the hell we’re going to do with Daniel McStay out. We haven’t cracked it yet.

This afternoon I took my kids, Martha, 9, and Fred, 5 to the craft shop to buy cardboard to make signs, and black & white bunting and streamers to do up the front of the house. TIP: Crafternoons help the nerves.

And it’s Nick Daicos’s Brownlow tonight. Then early to bed, if the count ever ends, so we can go to open training first thing tomorrow morning. I can’t wait.

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