For over fifty years, locals have gathered at Newcastle Beach for a simple, daily ritual: a friendly game of touch football. Generations have run barefoot, laughed, and cooled off in the surf club, building decades of community connection. But now, the club has turned away the very people who’ve nurtured it for decades, prioritising convenience, image, and profit over belonging. This article explores the quiet tragedy of a community lost to capitalism, the death of simple pleasures, and why places meant to serve people sometimes forget their purpose.

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