This is the story of the girl who fought for women to play footy.

This is the story of the girl.

This is the story of the girl who fought for women to play footy, Susan Albertads, the boys of the grey.

Sons of the Grey. My lads, the boys of the bulldog breed.

Susan Jenkins was too busy screaming to think much about the lyrics of her beloved team song.

Come on Bulldogs!

She bustled for the best glimpse of the game between burly blokes more than twice her size.

That was a mark.

Kick straight.

At just seven years old, she was one of the footscrayed bulldogs proudest and loudest cheer squad members.

Her dad would drop Susan and her brother Richard off at Melbourne's Western Oval first thing Saturday morning.

And there they'd stay all day.

They watched the juniors, the reserves and then the seniors unflinching in their support.

They were cheer squad diehard's.

Ozzy rules tragic through and through.

Tiny Susan stood right behind the goalpost madly waving coloured streamers on sticks called floggers.

She made the floggers herself, as well as buckets of confetti that were actually chopped up pages

of old phone books.

Susan was inventive. She had to be.

Her family didn't have much cash to spare.

They lived in a concrete panel housing commission home.

Their places for people who struggle to pay rent. Nothing fancy.

...