West Wyalong was a hard place, where the majestic gums of the Riverina gave way to the stunted gnarled mallee. In this driest part of Maher Cup country making a living was hard, the football fields were hard, and the man were hard. The hardest of them often had the surname Broad. Three generations over five decades, thirteen family members, more if you include the Broad girls’ sons and the in-laws, were at the heart of the town’s Maher Cup passion.
The Broads first came to notice outside the Bland Shire when four of five brothers: George, Fred, Alf and John made up most of the forward pack in the town’s 1925 Maher Cup winning team.