Well wasnt that a piss poor game of football. Not a patch on the brilliance served up by the Storm and Dragons earlier in the day.
The Roosters and Broncos were both highly nervous and in the end it came down to which team could do enough to get past an opposition team that were lying flat on the floor in a pile of their own vomit.
The Roosters managed a period in the first half of about 15 minutes where they finally got enough confidence to put consecutive sets together and the Broncos couldnt lift their heads up and choked where they lay.
In the second half the Roosters were more nervous than a 13 year old hill billy on her wedding day, but thankfully the Broncos were virtually flatlining in attack.
By the 60th minute mark, the hill billy bride looked to have skulled 15 bottles of JD and was wobbling around inviting all and sundry to f**k her up the arse, but the Broncos failed to get a wood on and eventually Mini milked a penalty, Carney made another break and it was all over.
Thank goodness for Todd Carney. On a day when few stood up, he was head and shoulders above.
The Broncos have real problems. A road trip to Woolongong next week and they havent even though about their mid season Origin slump yet. f**k.
