The tears I’ve cried since 1962 have been evenly shared between family and the Port Adelaide Football Club. I started barracking for the Magpies when I was nine. My sister Sharon kept Port scrapbooks and I copied her. I cut out photos from The News including headshots of Jack Cahill from his used-car ads and stuck them in my book with Clag. On Fridays I … Continue reading From a backyard in Port Pirie to Shanghai