MEMORIES OF PARRAMATTA STADIUM
By James Smith Aug 24 2016 3:14PM
Thirty seasons after its grand opening, Parramatta Stadium will be demolished to make way for a bigger, better, improved version. But there’s nothing wrong with celebrating a cherished rugby league icon while it still stands.
My earliest memories of Parramatta Stadium (pictured above back in 2001) are of my first visit there in 1986 as a nine-year-old. I didn’t know it at the time, but the stadium had only opened earlier that year; as a kid you assume an impressive structure like that has existed forever.
Before I drank the Penrith cool-aid, I was a Parramatta supporter; was in love with the Eels, thought Ray Price and Peter Sterling were gods. A shaded-out bloke on the TV news bulletin was in witness protection and told the interviewer his name was now Peter Sterling. “Why would he do that,” I asked mum. “He isn’t Peter Sterling.” “There’s more than one person in the world called that,” she responded. Not to me there wasn’t.
Dad, a TAFE teacher at the time, invited me once to a presentation night at Mt Druitt TAFE. I didn’t know why. I was a good decade away from having to worry about grown-up stuff like that. When we got there, none other than Mr Price himself was presenting certificates to students. I still remember sitting there star-gazing. What a rockstar.
So my debut at Parramatta Stadium was an Eels fan. Dad, Uncle Ernie (who really loved the Eels) and I made the trip in from Mt Pleasant and Kingswood. The opposition that day? Penrith. We sat in the July winter sun on a Sunday afternoon in the top left corner of the far grandstand - if you’re watching the Eels on TV. I remember the giant, white numbers on the backs of the Eels’ blue and gold jerseys. Greg Alexander and Royce Simmons were in barnstorming form for Penrith, with the visitors dangerous and threatening in attack all day.
A bloke up the back ten rows behind us every five minutes screamed: “COME ON … PA-RRA.” I also remember being surprised there was no commentary when you went to the footy. Up till that point, every game of Winfield Cup I’d seen had been called by Graeme Hughes and Rex Mossop. I had always assumed the commentary was boomed through giant speakers at the ground.
There were over 20,000 people there that day. Parramatta won 16-10. It took ages to leave the ground. Just like today, traffic surrounding the stadium was thick following the fulltime siren. It was cold and dark by the time we got to the car to drive home.
Rugby league is passionately celebrated at Parramatta Stadium. The fans there only know one team, but they’ll celebrate any skilful exponent of the 13-man craft when they deserve it. Depending on who it is …
Over the years we’d travel in for many more Parramatta/Penrith derbies. They’re different to the bitter Souths/Easts matches or Saints/Sharks battles. They’re kind’ve like Queensland on Queensland games. There’s a shared sense of westie identity. Not too much, though. In the opposite stand at Parra Stadium a few years later, I remember a young Mark Geyer making a break before offloading to a team-mate, who was smashed into oblivion by an Eels forward. It was the first “dig a hole and bury him” sledge I’d heard in my life. Again, it came from towards the back of the grandstand. Most of the best sledges do …
As an outsider, I watched some cracking games there over the years, and I also witnessed some bludgers. An Eels/Panthers pre-season match in the February heat remains one of the worst league clashes I’ll ever watch (year left out for my own protection). I’m sure I saw a Panasonic Cup game there between Penrith and Canberra as well. We were so close to the sideline we could hear a young Ricky Stuart ask his coach Tim Sheens who he was going to replace.
This magical version of Parramatta Stadium will be missed by everyone, because sports fans do get attached to their colosseums. I was in New York in 2010, the year after the Yankees made the switch from the aging “house that Babe built” to their sparkling new version across the road. You could see the remains of the old stadium from the train station next door. One fan yelled out, “It’s a travesty. Babe Ruth is in there.” Everyone around him knew what he meant …
But just as Parra’s fans moved on from the old Cumberland Oval (they burnt its main grandstand down, so moving on wasn’t too difficult by the sounds of it) and onto that gleaming new stadium back in 1986, so too fans of all codes will adopt the new structure which will be here before they know it. And some sportswriter in 30 years’ time will produce a piece about how he attended the first game there as a youngster.
Farewell Parramatta Stadium. It’s been great. Hey, I just had a thought - what’s going to happen to that Ray Price statue?
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