logo
Forgotten AFL star has ‘a million dollars' stolen in car smash and grab

Forgotten AFL star has ‘a million dollars' stolen in car smash and grab

Perth Now5 days ago
Former AFL star Koby Stevens has revealed his car been broken into and he has lost 'over $1 million in documentary footage.
Stevens, who retired in 2018 due to concussion injuries, is filming a documentary called Thrive which was expected to be released this year.
The former footballer, who played for West Coast, the Western Bulldogs and St Kilda has called the documentary an 'extraordinary cinematic journey that spans continents and showcases real-time evidence of brain healing'.
'It's been a long road raising finance, overcoming challenges, and telling a story that is as much about hope as it is about healing and building out a global media company,' he has previously said.
Famous Aussie actor and St Kilda superfan Eric Bana has been involved in the production (he is the narrator), and it also includes key people from the movie industry.
But now an emotional Stevens has revealed the footage has been stolen from his car in a smash and grab.
'My name is Koby Stevens. I played AFL for ten years and had to retire in 2018 due to concussion. You might have seen the story around,' he said in social media post, shared by sports presenter, Jacqueline Felgate.
'We have been shooting a huge documentary the last four years, travelling the world about concussion, and following some of the biggest athletes in the world and their healing journeys ... doing so with Eric Bana.
'This morning in St Kilda I loaded one of the huge hard drives and camera gear into my car and it was smashed into before I left and stolen.
'The hard drive is backed up but it has over a million dollars worth of footage on it from all over the world for the film, and some pretty important people in it like Eric Bana, etc, which is obviously extremely important and sensitive and hasn't been put out to the public yet because we are still in production.
'It's pretty distressing someone has this now.'
Stevens, who only managed 91 games in a nine-year career due to his injuries, has previously said he is obsessed with 'brain health and repairing'.
He said his obsession started because he wanted to do the things he loved 'well into the future and live without fear of breaking down' as he aged.
'I explored everything from functional neurology to psychedelic-assisted treatments, plant medicine, TMS, hot-cold, mindfulness, week long fasts to repair my guts from smashing painkillers and anti-inflammatory pills for nine years,' he said.
'If there was research to back it up, I was all in, now, life's never been more beautiful.'
And he said he wanted to share his experience to help educate others.
'I've always been a big believer that our stories should be used as education for those next in line,' he said.
'I planned to deal with the fallout privately, hide it and just escape. I was embarrassed and angry, and like most men wanted to deal with it alone.
'My belief was (that) pain was just part of the game and respect was earned that way – you kept moving and didn't talk about it.'
Fans were shattered for Stevens after he went public with the crime.
'This is devastating,' one fan said.
'Heartbreaking,' said another.
And another: 'I'm so ashamed of what Melbourne has become 😞so hoping you get this back.'
Orange background

Try Our AI Features

Explore what Daily8 AI can do for you:

Comments

No comments yet...

Related Articles

‘Wasting everybody's time': AFL Tribunal ‘farce' laid bare
‘Wasting everybody's time': AFL Tribunal ‘farce' laid bare

News.com.au

time29 minutes ago

  • News.com.au

‘Wasting everybody's time': AFL Tribunal ‘farce' laid bare

Criticism towards the AFL for their decision to send Carlton's Adam Cerra's charge for umpire contact to the tribunal amid their mid-season rule change has come thick and fast. The Blues star walked away from Tuesday night's hearing with a $5,500 fine, a mere $125 closer to the Blues' hoped figure of a five grand figure than the AFL's $6,125. The end sanction was $750 less than he could have received had the league got its way. FOX FOOTY, available on Kayo Sports, is the only place to watch every match of every round in the 2025 Toyota AFL Premiership Season LIVE in 4K, with no ad-breaks during play. New to Kayo? Get your first month for just $1. Limited-time offer. Speaking on Fox Footy's AFL 360, host and veteran broadcaster Gerard Whateley was pointed in his assessment of the league's handling of a process that required plenty of resources for so such a minuscule outcome. 'I've covered the Tribunal since I was a cub reporter. I've seen high farce, when cases were cooked up in the lifts and the chairman present!' Gerard Whateley began. 'I've seen players blatantly lie and pure themselves. I've heard bio-mechanists invent the most fanciful stories. I have seen character witness, submissions from Prime Ministers to lower penalties... 'Tonight, the AFL has reached new levels of high farce, as they quibbled over $1,250 with a panel of lawyers who will shortly bill for about $30,000.' The AFL's introduction of a Tribunal hearing for any player who is sanctioned for umpire contact four times in 12 months allows the league leeway to argue for a player's suspension. MATT ROWELL — 4 GEORGE HEWETT — 4 JACK MACRAE — 4 ZAK BUTTERS — 3 JORDAN DAWSON — 3 HARLEY REID — 3 WILLEM DREW — 3 HUNTER CLARK — 3 Four umpires have been concussed as a result of umpire contact in the last 12 months, which was undoubtedly a big part of the AFL's reason to crack down on the contact as Whateley explained. 'I don't dismiss the broader principal, which is important... (but) it has gone too far. The AFL is duty-bound to its umpires to address it — the only way to do that is to confront players,' continued Whateley. 'But to go into a Tribunal hearing with two lawyers, Jeff Gleeson — who's one of the country's most esteemed — the two members of the jury and the admin staff ... to quibble over $1,250 to set this principal, I don't think they have quite achieved what they wanted to achieve. 'If you wanted to make a stand, and a stand worth making, you had to leave the spectre of suspension on the table — at least for a while, but that was withdrawn immediately. 'This is just wasting everybody's time. If you want to ramp the fines up, just write it into the guidelines and ramp the fines up.' Cerra will line up for Carlton this Saturday night when the Blues go up against Melbourne.

We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you
We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you

Sydney Morning Herald

time3 hours ago

  • Sydney Morning Herald

We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you

Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of over-sharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)

We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you
We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you

The Age

time3 hours ago

  • The Age

We're a nation of over-sharers, but no one needs to know this about you

Aussies are world-famous for our stoicism, ironic understatement and wry, dry self-deprecation. A limb could be dangling by one sinew, or a crocodile nibbling on your nether regions, and the reply to 'Are you OK?' would be 'She'll be right' or 'No worries, mate'. Especially the blokes. It used to be the only way to know what was going on inside your average Aussie fella was to do open-heart surgery. But of late, I've noticed, we seem to have become a nation of over-sharers. For example, I was happily chatting to a woman in the doctor's waiting room about her love of riding, how it relaxed and thrilled her but could cause chafing. Five minutes later I realised she meant blokes, not horses. Clearly 'equine therapy' for middle-aged women means finding a man who is hung like one. And that's not an isolated incident. Female friends have always traded confessions over smashed avo brunches – but not to the current extent. One gal pal recently shared explicit details about the way she eats strawberries from her lover's body. (At least she's getting one of her 'five a day'.) I'm also privy to which high-powered female executive got down and dirty with the bartender. (Dignity is the only thing alcohol doesn't preserve.) And which circuit judge likes to pick up blokes in the park. (Which explains why she's started dyeing her hair blonde – so men can find her in the dark.) And the fellas are at it, too. Blokes who previously wouldn't even say 'I love you' to the woman who bore their children are suddenly getting down to their emotional undies in a psychological striptease that reveals all. I blame Harry, Meghan, Gwyneth Paltrow and all the other self-obsessed celebs who like to 'sit in their truth'. Previously reserved male pals have taken to confiding their boudoir peccadilloes. A swim-team chum, renowned for his taciturn toughness, recently confessed how much he likes wearing his wife's underwear. I now also know which of my male friends likes to talk dirty (and I don't mean sorting the compost and recycling bins) and those with a penchant for S&M. The thought makes my toes curl; I don't like to be beaten, not even at Monopoly. Surely handcuffs are only acceptable for an undercover police officer? And it's not just friends confessing all. Like the woman I encountered at the doctor, complete strangers are suddenly haemorrhaging every detail of their emotional lives and medical ailments. Apropos of nothing, I've been shown photos of my florist's foot fungus and my barista's armpit boil. I can't even relax at yoga because the instructor keeps divulging details about her 'arousal disorder'. (I don't think she has an arousal disorder; what she has is a job, two kids and a lazy spouse.)

DOWNLOAD THE APP

Get Started Now: Download the App

Ready to dive into a world of global content with local flavor? Download Daily8 app today from your preferred app store and start exploring.
app-storeplay-store