Glooscap — Architect of the North

Long ago, I, Glooscap, struck the earth to create the coastal beauty of this land. Now, as the Great Northern Lights shimmer over the pitch, I watch my descendants rise. When the young ones—Davies and David—sprint like the winter wind, it is my breath that carries them. In the freezing cold of a November qualifier, my giant’s spirit hardens the resolve of the Reds, turning the icy grass into a throne for a new generation of kings.