The Showdown
27/03/2018
When Port play the Crows it’s called the Showdown.
Listen awhile and I’ll give you the lowdown.
These two mighty suburban Adelaide teams,
Show us what a true rivalry means.
The teams smother each other and hate one another,
Some Mum's won’t let their sons play for the other.
The two sides can’t abide and often they deride,
With remarks so snide they divide and in conflict collide.
The trouble though is double on the field,
For each man and his clan refuses to yeild.
It insites a riot, and the fans fight with delight,
Violence at its height is a sight all right.
It’s tribal and these rivals live for these showdowns,
And are quick to defend the men that have thrown down.
Copyright © Jeff Kantor | Year Posted 2018
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