Cherry Beach Sports Fields
A wooded area by the beach has been turned into soccer fields, children's play structure and a metered parking area.
In 2006 a pair of soccer fields were completed on land that had formerly been part of the greenbelt, at 275 Unwin Avenue. The fields were surfaced in astroturf and built to FIFA standards, and games of the 2007 FIFA jr championship were to be played there. During the environmental assessment the site was found to be heavily contanimated by heavy metals, hydrocarbons and PCBs. The soccer field was described as a "transitional" facility, as most of the land on either side of Unwin was underutilized city land that could be repurposed to sport facilities even though it contaminated.
The Toronto FC currently use the soccer pitches for practice and will continue to do so until their own dedicated training facilities are constructed at Downsview.
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