Like the roar of a lion

Comes the roar of the crowd

That sensational feeling

When your team scores the goal

That wins the game


The tense atmospheric setting

That nothing can compare with

On that luscious green grass

Great football is witnessed

The football of young talent

That will conquer the world with its skills


Nothing can compare

Dreams will begin and dreams will be made

On this one park

Earlwood Oval

Earlwood Oval

By Peter X.

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