I am proud to say at 28 years of age I am a footy WAG! My husband at 32 years of age still manages to run around every Saturday in a Division 1 Western Region team in Melbourne. He is one of the lucky ones who has never had a serious injury.
When I first started dating him, he was one of the young kids in his team and now he is one of the "senior" players, not that the word "senior" is used in our home very frequently :-)
I love going to the footy each week, but I am disappointed that none of the major television networks have brought out a "day in the life" sort of style program that highlights the life of a real footy WAG! So I thought I would give you all the inside scoop!
The first rule that is pivotal to maintaining your marriage with a footballer and your membership in the WAG club, is that you MUST be aware of the fact that footy is not just a Saturday arvo thing. Its a DAILY thing! There is the training, the icing, the physio, the chiro, the osteo, the diet, the team meetings, the warm ups and the warm downs and that's all before we even make it to game day.
Saturday (game day) in my house usually starts at 7am. With 4 kids if I don't pack lunch I end up in debt to the club by the end of the day, so copious amounts of food supplies are essential. Then there is packing the car, dressing everyone, toilet stops and making sure we stay out of the star footballers way for a few hours.
Once we are at the ground I am on my own. There is strapping to be done, Powerade to consume, team meetings to be attended.
By the end of the day I am normally covered in mud, food or anything else you care to imagine from running around after my children all day. How much footy do I watch.............ZERO! Yet part of being a good footy WAG is to always complement the footballer after the game. So I make sure on the way home I use the 3 seconds of the game I did manage to watch to come up with some positive comment on how amazing a game my star footballer played.
I then get home, and the process starts again.
So don't be fooled girls, being a footy WAG is not as glamorous as you see on the red carpet at the Brownlow. Unless your Megan Gale you certainly done wear a pants suit and jacket to the footy. There are no designer gowns and champagne anywhere in sight. Hell I am lucky to guzzle down a hot can of coke on a Saturday!
BUT, would I change any of this............. NOT ON YOUR LIFE!
As much as being a footy WAG has its downfalls, the friends we have made as a family from years of being associated with football make everything so much better. As a footy WAG you are never alone, you make friends for life and I wouldn't change that for the world!