In a world that has become so artificial, so corporate, that even the great old traditions of the AFL are contrived and manufactured, something special has happened. A footy song has emerged from the fans of the Greater Western Sydney Giants.

It has formed totally organically, not from some external source hiring an out-of work-muso, but from real fans. (Yes, the Giants do have a few.) It’s a blissful return to the old days when the great songs were coined, like the theme songs of the Swans, Richmond, and Collingwood.

But best of all its actually good.

Recent songs have been so awful. Perhaps lessons have been learnt from the Fremantle days and the failed strategy of marketing gurus who thought a ‘contemporary’ song would entice young people to games.

But this new song has something of the timeless quality inherent in the great songs. Those songs are not just marketing tools, they are something deeply ingrained in the culture of the club. They are songs the fans become nostalgic about, songs that make them well up with pride, and that keep them coming back week in and week out.

This song is the song of the diehard. It is the song of the loyal old lady who’s stuck with her club all her life and sings it with tears streaking down her face at the final siren of a long awaited grand final. It’s the song of a new father who proudly embraces his newborn baby and sings it softly in his ear.

So Giants fans, and footy fans in general, this is the song for us. It truly represents who we are and what we are about! I’m glad to say that whatever happens on the field this season, GWS are on to a winner.