League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

... growing atmosphere. The Roosters players, as we were playing the Sydney Roosters, all arrived not long after us. We all shook hands and enjoyed a few moments of humour as it was their first Grand Final in a couple of years. Surprisingly, we were entering the game as slight favourites due to the fact we finished Minor Premiers and had breezed through the Finals Series.

After getting changed into our warm-up gear, we went through our paces, warming up muscles and going through last-minute preparations. It was a warm evening so we took in plenty of fluids at the same time. Fifteen or so minutes before kick-off, we returned to the sheds to get changed into our gear and listened to last-minute instructions from the coach.

There was an electric atmosphere outside. Thousands upon thousands of Rangers fans had filled the grandstands. In the sheds, there was a quiet confidence from my teammates, steel in their gaze as we came together one last time before we would line up.

"This is our time," I stated, "Last year was a preview. We know what to expect. And we know the Roosters. Beaten them already this season. We're better than them. We've proven all season that we're better than everyone. This is our time. This will be our day. Eighty more minutes, boys. We put everything on the line one last time. Let's go and win a Premiership."

We lined up to the right, the Roosters to our left. As we slowly walked out onto the field, the noise was deafening. Running out onto the ...

... field, we all went through our last-minute preparations before there were the usual pre-match ceremonies for every Grand Final. Welcome to Country before the national anthem.

Kicking off to start the game, the first ten to fifteen minutes were some of the most intense footy I've ever played. The Roosters were coming into the game on a run of fine form of their own, but while they were trying to be inventive, our defensive line remained strong and intact, forcing them to kick the ball at the end of each set from their own half of the field.

Our first try came near enough to twenty minutes, putting the ball through hands and finding half a gap, one of our second rowers freeing his hands to offload to our right centre. He burst through with only the opposing fullback ahead. I was one of many support players, our centre passing the ball to our five-eighth who placed the ball between the posts.

The roar of the crowd had most of us smiling. Rangers fans had bought more tickets than the Roosters by far. One entire grandstand was in our colours alone. Converting the try gave us a six-to-nil lead with another twenty minutes to go.

The next few minutes were spent consolidating our lead. It's not unusual for the opposing side to immediately hit back with points of their own. We made sure to not make that same mistake, and when we forced them to concede a penalty, I slotted that through the posts to increase our lead by two. And it remained at eight points to nil up until ...