The list of things a person can love unconditionally is necessarily short. For me it’s Mum, Dad, and the Balmain Tigers
Nestled in Sydney’s inner west, from the main gate on Mary Street the ground opens up below you like a volcanic crater.
Flanked by the Latchem Robinson stand on one side and the Wayne Pearce hill on the other, from almost any vantage point at Leichhardt Oval you feel as though you’re looming, deity-like, above the action on the field. Like Australian suburbia’s answer to the coliseum.
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