Of the mighty Grenfell Stingers and their crusade for premiership glory.

It is a tale of action, of fun and romance,

Of twenty people that upon a green field they did dance.

I’m sure you may ask why only twenty,

Well when Parkes turned their bus was quite empty.

A shortage of numbers did not stand in their way,

And soon they did score the first goal of the day.

Wasn’t this a tale of glory you may sit and ponder,

Don’t worry we struck back thanks to the quick feet of Connor.

The young lad indeed was a very busy bee,

And at half time his goal count was at three.

Some changes during the break and we started anew,

Pressing for more goals, perhaps more than a few.

It wasn’t too long and there was another name to record,

Christian McAlister, yes Ross he scored.

For perhaps if you had bothered to turn up half sober,

You too may have scored and not kicked it over.

Shortly it was Michael, our very own Maverick,

Who stepped and  secured his very own hat-trick.

A vey special mention must go to Andrew Knight,

For slaying a foe well known for his bite.

For if he had not made a tackle correct to the letter,

Parkes surely would have had a goal to the better.

The final whistle blew and the Stingers had won,

With an emphatic score line that read ten to one.

T’was back to the pub with the best atmosphere,

It was the Royal Hotel for a nice cold beer.

And with the opposition we did enjoy a good yarn,

With a barbeque courtesy of The Grenfell Meat Barn.

Players player was awarded to Connor Day,

For scoring goals he certainly led the way.

And although he stood so still I swear he grew moss,

Second to the title, well somehow was Ross.

Grenfell Stingers

​Soccer Club