Penrith Panthers #4 Paul-The-Cowboy
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Magic Moments
Isnt it great in life when during the course of a day, you are unexpectedly reminded of beautiful memories from days gone by? Memories that you havent really thought about for a long time. Memories that may not have taken place all that long ago. But memories that will stay with you for a lifetime.
With the day off work, and the English Summer conditions of cold, rain and darkness outside, I was killing time this afternoon flicking through the sports channels, when much to my amazement and naturally, excitement, I came across a 15 minute rugby league special on the World Club Championship 2001 game.
It was held at the Reebok Stadium in Bolton and the weather was cold and damp, except a bit more colder, with it being Winter and not Summer. The previous year, Melbourne Storm had embarrassed St Helens in an exhibition of how rugby league should be played. This year, the Brisbane Broncos had made the trip to the North West of England.
I wasnt expecting a win. I just wanted the boys to show pride in their jersey and to make a game of it. The thrill of seeing heroes such as Lockyer and Tallis in the flesh was a big enough buzz for me. With the previous years defeat fresh in my mind, I was pessimistic about our chances, even though the Broncos side had made a lot of changes in the off season, with the arrival of the likes of Scott Prince.
As the game started, David Fairleigh was debuting in what would be a season that would make him the talk of the town for years to come. He added a bit of beef and experience to a side that had players such as Sculthorpe, Long and Cunningham playing in their prime, and exciting youngsters entering their prime in Wellens, Jonkers and Stankevitch.
The hosts battled well and were matching the Broncos, but went down 18-6 early in the second half. This was not the floodgates about to open or the beginning of the end of St Helens challenge though.
Sean Long hit back for the Saints to bring them back to within one converted try. Then Newlove skipped away to put Joynt in right next to the posts. As Tallis flopped on late, you could sense that the Saints had a sniff of victory and the Broncos were looking extremely worried.
As Long, lined up the conversion, a gift from the Gods came down on to the Reebok Stadium. Its not very often that an Englishman is thankful for such foul weather, but on this night he most certainly was. The Broncos looked up to the skies in bemusement, trying to work out whether it was snow, rain, or hail that was hammering them. Sean Long looked up to the skies with them and allowed a wry smile. The sleet intensified, along with the chants and roars of the crowd, as Long levelled the scores. The Broncos were not only looking worried but also very uncomfortable with these alien surroundings.
Once the Saints got back down into Brisbane territory, there was no doubting where the trophy would be going, as Sculthorpe knocked over two field goals. The honour of being world champions was going to a small, northern, industrial town with a population a tenth of the size of Brisbanes. It was a fairytale evening.
Many heroes came out of that night. Full-back, Paul Wellens, who played with a broken cheekbone and could only see out of one eye. Chris Joynt, in the second row, who had guided Saints to every trophy in the English game under his reign as captain and scored the crucial try. Sean Long and Tommy Martyn in the halves, for their kicking game and cool heads. And the coolest head of them all, Paul Sculthorpe, with the decisive field goals. In fact, every player from 1-17 was a hero.
And another surprising and unsung hero
.the weather.
Ive been cursing the weather all week, especially today, in typical whinging Pom style. But as I looked outside at the rain, storms, darkness and out of season chilliness, I smiled up at the cloud filled skies like Sean Long did as he lined up his kick, and remembered the gift those clouds gave us Englishmen on that glorious evening. The gift of sleet had helped guide the Saints home and gave all us whinging Poms something to smile and rejoice about for years to come.