Cyril (to the music of ‘Errol’ by Australian Crawl)
Three early goals
The Tigers roll
Hawks need to get moving
Eagle eye
A cheeky smile
He’s going to get to y’a
His fleeting hands
A tiger lands
The ball spills out for-ward
Hawks scrap and hunt
A left-foot punt
Breust snaps through another
Woh, Cyril
We would give everything
Just to be like him
He had to go, Houli’s slow
and fumbling the sherrin
A sleight of hand, he’s thieved it back
And heading towards goal
A one-step punt
Cyril sends it on
Into the forward line
Like a courier
The parcel landed there
Luke Breust’s the collector
Oh, Cyril
We would give everything
Just to be like him
Oh, Cyril
We would give everything
Just to be like him
PS Feel a bit guilty about not posting something after the big loss to GWS. Maybe a dirge would have been appropriate.
About Gareth Meyer
Part-time food, wine and travel writer (and photographer), Hawks supporter since Huddo senior had the football on a string, proud owner of Martha the toy poodle.
Oh McIntosh, I cannot stand, any more, of your tosh
Oh Houli, you make me madly deeply truly
Oh Morris, can your dad still come and play for us?
Oh Chaplin – insert Almanackers here
Oh B Ellis, your selection make some 20-gamers jealous
Oh Deledio, your set shots come, and away they go
Oh Batchelor, you’re a trier, but so is my spatula
Oh Griffiths, where are you, be specific
Oh Grigg, you always zag when you should zig
Oh Hampson, you are no Todd Sampson
Oh Richmond, I would give anything, just to be, rid of you…
Oh Cyril. I would give anything, for me to meet him