Cats VS Crows
53 thousand middle aged drunk blokes jumping out of their seats howling at the umpires to give the boys a free. This is the atmosphere that I am most familiar with.
Usually the winter weekends begin with an hour long train ride into the city along with the agonising hope that the train will go express to Adelaide. “Ding”, a rush of red, blue and yellow rush out the doors. My dad and I squeeze through the electric crowds on the way to the oval, it is difficult not to smile with excitement.
The siren makes the crowd silent in anticipation. Eyes wide open whilst watching Wayne Milera scoop up the ball that Sam Jacobs had tapped to the ground. This is a dangerous game. Geelong is a team that is capable of beating Adelaide. A man sitting behind me is shouting at Taylor Walker to get a screamer on the back of Jed Bews. Within a minute of playing, Richard Doulglas smothers a Geelong ball. Eddie Betts picks the ball up and passes off to Charlie Cameron. Usually, Charlie doesn’t have a very straight kick but tonight was his night. He kicks the ball straight through the goals. This was the first of five goals kicked by Charlie. The next goal is kicked by the one and only, …show more content…
Just as Geelong is about to score just their second goal of the night, Daniel Tahlia tackles his player and picks up the ball to pass to Riley Knight. Knights’ hand passes off to Rory Laird and he kicks it to the corridor where Hugh Greenwood is free to mark the ball. From there, the ball makes its way to Tom Lynch where he slots the ball through the goal posts. The crows are on fire tonight and the feeling of Grand finals are getting into everyone’s head. I have always wondered how to start a Mexican wave in such a big oval. To get so many people involved to start it off would be difficult to get the message to everyone, however, the high spirited crows supports managed just fine. It was a spectacular sight to see the wave go around Adelaide
53 thousand middle aged drunk blokes jumping out of their seats howling at the umpires to give the boys a free. This is the atmosphere that I am most familiar with.
Usually the winter weekends begin with an hour long train ride into the city along with the agonising hope that the train will go express to Adelaide. “Ding”, a rush of red, blue and yellow rush out the doors. My dad and I squeeze through the electric crowds on the way to the oval, it is difficult not to smile with excitement.
The siren makes the crowd silent in anticipation. Eyes wide open whilst watching Wayne Milera scoop up the ball that Sam Jacobs had tapped to the ground. This is a dangerous game. Geelong is a team that is capable of beating Adelaide. A man sitting behind me is shouting at Taylor Walker to get a screamer on the back of Jed Bews. Within a minute of playing, Richard Doulglas smothers a Geelong ball. Eddie Betts picks the ball up and passes off to Charlie Cameron. Usually, Charlie doesn’t have a very straight kick but tonight was his night. He kicks the ball straight through the goals. This was the first of five goals kicked by Charlie. The next goal is kicked by the one and only, …show more content…
Just as Geelong is about to score just their second goal of the night, Daniel Tahlia tackles his player and picks up the ball to pass to Riley Knight. Knights’ hand passes off to Rory Laird and he kicks it to the corridor where Hugh Greenwood is free to mark the ball. From there, the ball makes its way to Tom Lynch where he slots the ball through the goal posts. The crows are on fire tonight and the feeling of Grand finals are getting into everyone’s head. I have always wondered how to start a Mexican wave in such a big oval. To get so many people involved to start it off would be difficult to get the message to everyone, however, the high spirited crows supports managed just fine. It was a spectacular sight to see the wave go around Adelaide