Been here all week. Thousands of us. Filling the cafes and pubs and streets of Melbourne with our colours and our hope. Grinning like goons, giddy with ‘pinch ourselves’ wonder. Superstitious and silly. Seeing purple, red, and green lidded bins huddled together in a Carlton street and believing them to be a sign. Surely. We’re here.  So is our team. And we deserve to be here. Wanting a win so badly for Uncle Colin or old Rita next door who hasn’t been well and for Freo the port town that has nursed too many bruised hearts over too many years. For ‘The Champ’ Nat Fyfe, for Pav, and Sonny and Shane Parker and Anthony Morabito and Todd Ridley who kicked our first ever goal in the AFL … and everyone else we’ve cheered for or forgotten about, who pulled…