Aside from the obvious :lol:
That was the best.
Got to the stadium maybe half hour before kickoff after a few quiet ones at home through the lower grade games.
Ricky Martin wasn't awful, and I disturbingly realised thanks to my mother's repetitious music choices over the years that I knew every word... shit.
Was on edge for about 78 minutes before I was sure we had it, the most stressful thing of all time.
In the first half when we scraped ahead I was trolling sooking Manly fans, "There needs to be an investigaaation!"
I told a Souffs fan he was lucky he didn't have to sit through the stress of a Grand Final. He didn't agree :lol:
With 2 mins to go we ran down to the lower section where the chookpen was gathered to get a good spot for the celebrations.
I hugged a lot of random men.
Will never forget last night