The grand crimson ball sails through the air wishing to fly in between the two middle posts, hoping to score and praying not to miss and get a point

flying around the pitch, it inspires young players

one minute you admire other teams but as soon as the siren blasts they are evil villains executing a match-a win as they score again and again but you will stop them and cheer your team on until the end

the ball calls my name as it shoots into my outstretched hands

oval ball, oval pitch-ovals of the S.C.G.