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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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