Cue; a dusty, windswept western oval. A shutter rattles as a tumbleweed rolls aimlessly across the outer.
Two tribes appear through the haze to face each other in a life and death struggle.
Roared on by their 4,000 strong army, there will be no fairytale ending to this David and Goliath battle.
The echoing chant through the Port heartland spells out the victors, Ravens, Ravens, RAVENS !!!
David is dead. Like Sanfull, his father before him, he lays slain, lifeless and crushed by the weight of a 100 point loss and the might of the AFL
Crows reserves by 100-105
No offence to anyone have you guys been to Woodville oval when the crows play .
Eagles put on a junior carnival the terraces are full of kids their families huge numbers bump up the crowd
The way this poster is writing it is like prospect oval when north have one win a year .
Oh wait they can actually beat the crows
I'll defend the Eagles but I can't see them winning against the AFl
Sorry Micky. ;)
Picture this instead: The posts at each end shimmer as the heat rises from the floor of the collosus provincial amphitheatre. 30,000 voices raise in approval as the two foes appear. The Plebian Slaves, led on by the mighty Eagle at their head, come face to face with their mortal enema the Centurians of the AFL with their Crow faced Raven deity.
The proud Slaves of the once mighty Eagle, like their seven brothers of Sanfull, were thrown to the Lyons. The 4,000 strong Crow faced Raven stood, thumbs pointing downward, chanting death, Death, DEATH. Moments later it was all over, the Eagle Slaves, like their father Sanfull, lay still and lifeless as the mighty AFL Centurians of the Crow faced Raven marched on conquering all before them.
Crow Reserves by 100-105 points