League of His Own Ch. 11 - Sex Stories

League of His Own Ch. 11

... have slowly but surely lifted themselves out of mediocrity. Every other team now took their game against us seriously. We were no longer the easy beats of the competition.

Eighty minutes of frenetic footy began after we'd been joined on the field by the Brisbane side, over fifty thousand in attendance, and no one missed the section of Rangers supporters doing their best to give their support to our side. We kicked off and that first set of six tackles was a preview of things to come. Every time I was hit in a tackle, it almost left my ears ringing. The Brisbane players were relentless in defence, and their attack was on song.

But the Rangers of this season were even better. We put sustained pressure on the Brisbane defensive line in return, and my kicking game was better than ever. But it was with the ball in hand that I was able to pull strings, finding gaps large enough to allow at least a half-break. And after twenty-two minutes, I made a break alone, stepping the fullback though he got just enough of a leg to slow me down. I passed the ball to one of our centres and he scampered away to score.

The only other points of the first half were a penalty goal that I slotted through the posts, meaning we headed into the sheds at halftime with an eight points to nil lead.

Brisbane came out in the second half intent on smashing us to pieces. And it worked. We suffered three injuries in fifteen minutes. Although our interchange players were just as good as those ...

... started, it meant we were short of options when exhaustion started to show, particularly regarding our forward pack. With twenty to go, Brisbane scored their first try and quickly followed it up with a second one five minutes later, both of them converted, giving them a four-point lead.

The game flowed back and forth with neither side until we had momentum with five minutes to go, pinning Brisbane back on their line by ensuring my kicks stopped within their in-goal and they were left having to give the ball back to us. To their surprise, we didn't rely on moving the ball around too much. Our props and second rowers raised their hands and pummelled their defensive line over and over again. With ninety seconds to go our prop crashed through their line and placed the ball down next to the posts, making the scores level with the conversion to come.

Although it looked like an easy conversion, I still took my time as I placed the ball on the kicking tee. It was still possible that I could shank the ball horribly. After taking the usual steps back, I glanced at the posts a couple of times, a couple of deep breaths, before I slotted the ball through the posts.

Thirty seconds later, the full-time siren rang, the referee blew his whistle, and the Rangers confirmed their first win over Brisbane and their first win in southern Queensland in nearly thirty years. It also meant we had established daylight between ourselves and the competition on the table.

Sitting with Brian at the ...