The truth about WAGs, from someone who knows better than anyone.
I have been on the outside of the AFL world so I have a pretty realistic idea of how “WAGs” are seen. Gold digging, plastic, shallow, materialistic, dumb. Maybe even just promoted groupies?
Therefore, I was not surprised when I first started dating my partner that my anti-footballing friends cringed that I had fallen in love with a player. I understood completely where they were coming from and reassured them that he was not like “all the other players” and I would never be one of those “WAGs”. After going to games and sitting by myself, (keeping clear of that row of WAGs who sat together) I was approached by one. Immediately, she insisted that I never sit alone again and it was made very clear that in this club all the WAGs had each other’s back. Quickly I got to know them and to my shock-horror, I realised I was just like them and the other players were just like my “diamond in the rough.”
The fact that I shudder just saying “WAG” shows how negatively it has come to be known. But why should I? After all, it only stands for “wives and girlfriends” (of sport players) and that is what I am… but not all of who I am.
For too long the girlfriends, partners and wives of AFL players have sat back and let the stereotypes, rumours and abuse unfurl, never liking to interfere with our partner’s work life. It is very clear to me that people just do not understand the lives we lead.
You can listen to Annie on Mamamia’s parenting podcast This Glorious Mess- HERE.
I knew I had about as much as I could take and choked on my imaginary, self-enforced gag order, when I stumbled upon a website that was devoted to the insult and lies of players and also that of their partners. I know I should have just been realistic and passed it off as another fanatical website dedicated to stirring between fans. But, I couldn’t.
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Great read!
My partner was delisted from an AFL club in November last year. The cut throat world they live in truly serves for an emotional rollercoaster to say the least.
I barely told anyone my husband was a footballer when I first met them. A friend of mine used to say her partner was a 'greenskeeper' lol. Because you know as soon as you say it, the person either becomes over interested (nosey) or they make awful assumptions about you- like the ones mentioned in the article- that you are a gold digger, that you 'love the lifestyle', that you are rich, that your husband cheats on you but you won't leave because then you won't get to go to the Brownlow....
It can be a lot of fun, although I feel I missed out on that part as we had kids before he got drafted and moved interstate to pursue his dream. In doing that, I gave up my dream, I left my degree half-way through, I left all my family and friends, and started raising my kids virtually alone. The first year he got drafted his salary was $25k. Once he was elevated to the senior list, it went up to $50k plus match payments of around $2k per game. Which is great as long as you don't get dropped from the team, or injured. Which is why it is ESSENTIAL that they are in peak physical condition, and why they can't just miss a game for something like a wedding, as they might not get back in the team. I was due with one of my kids right in the middle of September, in a year his team made the finals. Obviously he was going to be there for our baby's birth, but I was extremely anxious thinking what if it meant he missed a game and then missed out on playing in the grand final? Money-wise he was at the end of the season and the end of his contract, what if he missed a game, didn't get back in, and then didn't get another contract? Its not as simple as 'just a game'.
Like the author, I don't want sympathy. I can fully see how privileged my position has been over the last ten years. I loved watching him play, and so did our kids. But I hated the assumptions people made about me, as the wife of a football player. It is nasty and hurtful, and I DO feel the need to defend myself, because I am none of the things people assume I am. After 10 years of footy- with about five of those on a good contract (but nowhere near millions people assume he was making) we paid off an average but nice 3 bedroom weatherboard house in a decent suburb (NOT an exclusive one). I feel extremely fortunate to be in this position, although we are still much less wealthy than many non-footballers we know. My husband is now in a job he doesn't particularly love on a very average wage while I try and finish my degree, while we struggle to pay child care costs and school fees like any other family. We had a great accountant who helped us manage our money, but the reality is, its a short career (his was much longer than average), and its difficult to study, play footy and be present at home all at the same time.
Footballers are not Gods, although they are told they are one minute, then dragged down the next. I completely agree they are overpaid for what they do, but at the same time believe they should be compensated fairly for the amount of time the club and public ask of them, and the amount of stress their body is under. Also the short duration of their careers, and the profits the AFL makes should be distributed evenly. What they do is hardly saving the world, however it does bring a lot of entertainment and happiness to thousands of fans every weekend. While I am guilty of belittling my husband's work on many occasions ("you chase a fucking ball, you're hardly saving lives"), at the same time I am fully aware that before a game the players are spoken to like they are going out to war.. and abused by all and sundry if they don't perform well enough. Its really hard for them to find a balance, knowing it is 'just a game', but also wanting to avoid being on the outer and losing a contract etc., letting down team mates. They are not allowed to drink, they have to eat what they are told, however they are really just average 20 year old men who are good at kicking a ball.
I never changed my surname when we got married because after three years of being his partner, I was tired of being 'his partner'. I just wanted to be me, with no assumptions made about me or my marriage, based on who I was married to. I'm a mother-of-five. I'm studying something I'm very passionate about, I am an average-looking size 12 woman who has never had plastic surgery. We live a simple life. I don't think I'm better than anyone because I married someone who was good at footy. I don't think I deserve special treatment or sympathy.
And I think that is all Annie is trying to say.