My brother and I grew up avid Pies supporters from early childhood, thanks to our Dad's adoring love of the Collingwood Football Club. Some of my earliest memories are of us sitting on the steel benches at Vic Park (90s). The three of us joined as members about a decade ago and continued our shared love of the Club as proud members of the Magpie Army. In 2020, we suddenly lost our darling Dad and heartbreakingly had to learn how to navigate life without him. At first, going to the games without the man responsible for our love of the club left a feeling of an impossible void. Nowadays, however, it just brings me comfort. Being amongst the Black & White makes me feel more tethered to my Dad than any other time. He lives on through every cheer, every chant and most definitely through every "Good Old Collingwood Forever". Thank you for giving us that, Magpie Army.

My son and I met Nathan Buckley back in 2004 at a family day when my son was 5 years old. After lining up for a much anticipated photo with Bucks, as we got to the front of the very long line, my son got scared and started crying and didn't want the photo. Bucks picked him up, talked to him, made him feel safe, walked over to other players and took photos. From that day on, Bucks was our hero and we see that pic everyday.

My first real memory of Collingwood was when we won the 2010 premiership and dad took me to see the Cup at a local butcher. We got to hold the cup and take photos with it that we later recreated after we won the 2023 premiership!