Bux
handballed on to Licca
who was tackeld in a nest
He stood up bravely and got it out
'the king of hard ball gets'
Dutchy
was on the end of it
He ran and found some space
He booted it forward to TAZ
Who beat his opponent with pace
He
walked back and settled
His dreadlocks a thing of the past
He put the ball through the 2 big sticks
The pies within 2 at last
The
centre bounce was up again
The ball was hit by them
but a great hard grab saw it come
to the mighty magpie men
Monty
gave it out to Bux
Who busted through a pack
He then unloaded with a 70 meter bomb
which saw the pies attack
Attack
it was, for it sailed through
"Post high", said commetti
"If the pies keep playing like this
Buy some black'n white confetti"
The
pies were hot, they had cut it back
to be only one goal the diff
The mighty Collingwood of old
was getting that magpie sniff
Twenty minutes in to the quarter
There was no addition to the score
When Clokey took a screamer
The likes of none before
He
was 50 out, a fair way for the lad
The son of a footballing great
He walked back and looked to the goals
And hoped he would kick straight
He
breathed in hard and looked stealy-eyed
As he hunched over the ball
He kicked the living life out of it
To hear a deafening roar
A GOAL..
to the pies, Oh yes
We had finally drawn level
We had started to get back in the game
And the way was something special
On
the radio 3AW
Old Rex Hunt could be heard
Screaming his lungs out till they burst
THE PIES.. Was the Word!
Half
time came with a struggle
when the other side kicked 2
But Burnsy snuck under their guard
Before the siren blew
He
kicked a magnifcent goal
After the siren sounded
But the tribunal was on standby
Because poor old Burnsy was Grounded
The players all went in hard
As a massive brawl occurred
The umpires could not control it
It was beyond the odd heated word
The
teams were finally broken up
To head for the half time break
Some of the boys were battle-scarred
Including Willo, Johnson and Wakes
The
half time address from Mick
Appealed for a much greater effort
"For if we don't go in twice as hard
We may as well forget it!"
The
players all ralleid together
How close had they been the year before?
This time they knew they could turn it around
And win both the battle and the war
The
third quarter finally erupted
And it was like Yanks attacking Iraq
But this was more than a desert storm
We had to send them packing to football park
The
battle lines had been drawn
The pies slammed on four
The lights had turned on the players minds
They had found a way to score
The
crowd was amazed,Port were stunned
As the pies rammed home another two
Six goals to zip for the quarter
We were never going to lose!
The
Harder pies went in for the kill
When Lokan grabbed the ball
He ran down the members wing at pace
And goaled to an almighty roar
The
siren blew for 3 quarter time
Port were totally shot
"One more quarter to finish them Pies,
You have to give it all you've got"
The
Pies now led by 35
And went on to finish the game in style
They booted a record 10 in the last
To win by a country mile
The
siren blew and the Pies had won
In the most convincing style of all
They had played hard and played tough
And ended up winning the ball
Nathan
Buckley got his wish
To hold the Cup aloft
The tears this year were tears of joy
Scenes to make the most hardened feel soft