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Our Wizard of Oz

Born and reared in Portlaoise, Green and white coursing through his veins, Boarding a plane to Oz, at just 19, His life would never be the same.

Leaving all he knew behind, In chase of the pro-athlete dream, He swapped the green and white of Portlaoise, For the navy of Carlton, his newest team.

Fresh-faced and eager to learn, He took to the Sherrin like water to sand, Determined beyond words to succeed, In this far-off, foreign land.

And thrive, he truly did, This son of Portlaoise and Beladd, Supported back home by the masses, And in particular, his Mum and Dad.

A mainstay in the Carlton team, Until Geelong, and the cats came calling, A new chapter was ready to be written, This career had no time for stalling.

In Geelong, he went from strength to strength, And it was there that he reached the promised land, A premiership champion, in his green and white cape, And a hero in his homeland.

A feat so utterly amazing, That it’s almost hard to believe it’s true, But it is, and Zach, that’s as a result, Of nobody else but you.

There was one more target in sight, Created by the legendary, Jim Stynes, A record that many thought, Would withstand the test of time.

To have broken it, is simply incredible. Who knows what more is to come, Yet amidst all of the fanfare, Zach never forgot where he was from.

A townie in every sence, A true legend, who was born to win, Zach, we’re all so proud of you, And we’ll be there when you come marching in.

- Dennis Tynan

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