League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

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Our Preliminary Final would be against the Penrith Panthers. A side that had found us easy to beat until recent seasons. We'd played them twice during the regular season, beating them comfortably at our home stadium and eking out a close-fought win at their home ground. They would be meeting us at our home stadium again. The fans arrived expecting victory. There would be a small section of away fans, no doubt hoping to rediscover the form that had seen them win four Premierships in five years a few years back.

"This is it, boys," our coach stated in the sheds before we ran out onto the pitch, "Eighty minutes and we're in another Grand Final. You know you can beat that lot waiting for us on the field. We've done it twice this season. They no longer have a hoodoo over us. It's time to return the favour and put the Panthers in their place. Send them back west with their tails between their legs. All you need to do is stick to the plan like you did in the last game and you'll win."

Leading my teammates out on the field, the roar was near deafening as the crowd was as pumped as we were for the game. The warm-up had gone well. Our team was at full strength. We were confident of making the Grand Final again. All we had to do was follow the game plan. Maker fewer mistakes. Score more points. Sometimes it's that simple, right?

It was one of the toughest games I can remember outside of State of Origin. Neither side was willing to give an inch. I got smashed in a tackle ...

... more than once as I was the sort of halfback that had no problem running towards the opposition, putting my body on the line. Attacks didn't break down due to errors, they simply couldn't break the line. It was a defensive game from both sides, neither willing to give an inch.

At half-time, it was only two-nil to Rangers as I converted a penalty goal after around twenty-five minutes.

"You've done well, boys," the coach stated as we were all busy sucking down water and energy drinks, "You've kept them scoreless. Barely allowed them into our twenty metres. But there's another forty minutes to go. Keep it up. Stick to the plan. Watch their halves. And don't give their forward pack any momentum. Danny, anything to say?"

"All I'll do is echo your thoughts, coach. We're forty minutes away from a second consecutive Grand Final. This time, we're going all the way and we're going to win. I'm as confident as all of you are. But first, we need to beat those bastards in the sheds opposite. They're not as good. They're not as confident. And they're in our house. We haven't let anyone win in our house this season. I don't intend for that to change now."

We kicked off the second half and thirteen of us spent the first set of six putting the hurt on them. By the time they had to kick on the last tackle, they'd barely made thirty metres. Our fullback caught the ball and had made it to our forty-metre line by the time he was tackled. It was a good way to start and we built momentum ...