Full disclosure? Yes, okay: this is my home ground. I'm somewhat biased.
This is the training ground of champions young and old. Mighty Seaforth FC (who are reigning champions might I add, the grand final of last year being one of the sporting calendar's major highlights . . . although not for Narrabeen, who got handed their asses 3-1. Suck it, foos. But I digress...)
I luuuurve the pitches here, they're big and wide with loads of room for running the midfield like the Fat Controller runs his train station: well, and with precision. It used to have a shitty mud carpark and a hairy, poorly-lit turnoff from the main road, but the council has thrown a bit of budget our way and now there's proper access roads, even barricades, and good, strong floodlights for night-time training.
Saturday's in-season are a carnival. Kids errwhere. Sausage sizzles. Flags, bunting, screams. Oh, the pomp and pageantry. God bless football. read more