Throughout the harsh months of winter, twenty-two per side march out to do war on the hallowed turf. The white line fever takes hold as bodies crash into the fray with reckless abandon and lack of care. It’s a unique game, unlike no other across the globe. It’s, if nothing else, ours. It’s a spectacle sport—big grabs, near impossible goals and bravery that’s unseen in most other team sports today.
It might not be the world’s ‘beautiful game’, but it’s pretty special to me.
AFL has long been lost in translation when it comes to gaming. I concede that the difficulty of emulating a game as nuanced as footy would be through the roof. An oval ball that’s punted end over end? Tricky to code, you’d have to think. Not to mention the wildly creative Indigenous players, forever crafting new and bold ways to make the football move, no game of our great game is ever going to hold a candle to the real thing.