League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

... halftime.

During the ten-minute interval, our coach simply reiterated the game plan while adding detail to what he'd seen from the first forty minutes. He suggested that I start kicking a little earlier for field position and getting a forty-twenty. Our field position was usually good enough that it was possible that I'd do it more than once. It would then force the wingers to leave the defensive line earlier and that would help create space.

The opposition kicked off to start the second half. By the end of our set, we were almost at their tryline. A grubber kick forced them to put the ball out of play and a dropkick from their own line. For the next five minutes, we battered their line again and again until one of our props finally crashed over to score our second try of the game. After converting, it was now fourteen to nil.

"Don't get arrogant!" I shouted as I ran back after the conversion, "Stick to the plan. No mistakes. Keep up the pressure!"

The Roosters were doing all they could to work their way back into the game. Gaining their own forty-twenty had them camped on our tryline for the first time, and after they forced a couple of repeat sets, they finally scored their first try though against the sideline, and they didn't convert.

Fourteen points to four with twenty to go.

The match turned into a slogfest. Despite the aches and pains. The feelings of exhaustion from the intensity and the heat. The grind of nearly thirty matches of footy in a ...

... season. We knew that if we simply held on, we'd finally win the whole thing. We threw everything at them and they did the same to us in reply. During the last ten minutes, many of the players were out on their feet, particularly the forwards. That allowed gaps to open up and with six minutes to go, I had the joy of scoring a try in a Grand Final, placing the ball between the posts before I converted my own try.

Those were the final points of the game as the last few minutes passed with neither team able to exploit any opportunity. When the siren sounded and the referee blew his whistle, we were confirmed as champions.

I won't lie. There was an explosion of emotion from most of us. Years of hard graft and toil were finally rewarded. Teammates who had remained during the bad years nearly fell apart as all the hard work, the years of coming so close, was now finally worth it. I hugged just about anyone I could find. I still have no idea what I said when I was interviewed, knowing just enough not to curse on live television. Think I expressed my love for nearly everyone in the stadium, even the opposition!

The Roosters fans were invited up onto the stage first for their runners-up medal and their captain made a short speech. Then it was our turn, players and coaches taking their turn to receive their ring and shake hands with the assembled dignitaries before I was last up to receive a ring and then I had to make a speech.

It was difficult not to get emotional again as I ...