League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

... from there over the next ten minutes. Ever so slowly, we kept them pinned back while we made more metres with each set of six.

The longer the half continued, the more pressure we built and the better our field position. We were camped out in their thirty-metre area when I noticed their fullback was up in the line to strengthen it. I almost smiled to myself as I had an idea, the type of play not often seen in the modern game. Taking the ball from the play the ball, I motioned to pass but put the ball onto my foot, a 'chip and chase' by kicking the ball a short distance behind the defensive line. I burst through two of their forwards and collected the ball, racing the twenty metres to place the ball between the posts.

The crowd went wild. My teammates were ecstatic. And I didn't miss that Penrith's heads dropped. The pressure was at boiling point. They'd been missing more tackles. Dropping more ball. Making more mistakes. This was not the invincible team of a few years ago. They were fallible and they knew it.

At the start of the next set of six, one of our forwards crashed through their defensive line immediately, freed his arms for an offload, and our right centre sprinted away. He was only tackled fifteen metres away from their tryline with most of the Panthers players racing back to get into position. I ensured the ball was put through hands from right to left, and our left winger crossed the line to score a try that effectively sealed the game. My conversion ...

... from the sidelines effectively ended the game as a contest as the Penrith players were out on their feet.

When the full-time whistle blew, we were exuberant. After shaking the hands of the opposition players, we spent time walking around the barriers to greet our supporters. Barely any of them left as they were seeing success that had never been seen before. Making one Grand Final was what most dreamed about. Make two in a row verged on a miracle.

I had more media commitments than usual after the game considering we were in another Grand Final. We didn't know who we would be playing just yet. I answered any questions regarding our possible opponent by stating that I was confident that we could beat either of them on the day. I wasn't arrogant about it, just confident. We had finished Minor Premiers for a reason and gone undefeated at home for the first time in the club's history.

The next week was spent training intensely while dealing with the media on a near-daily basis. The local area was now completely devoted to the Rangers. Every single shop was hanging the club colours, our emblem, and nearly everyone on the street was wearing a replica jersey. If the confidence of the players was high, the supporters were expectant. This was finally going to be our year. End decades of hurt by finally winning another Premiership.

My family was almost as excited as everyone else. I made sure they were all invited and would be sitting with the families and close friends of my ...