My 'day' started many months earlier.
I listen frequently to my inner voice, it started yelling at me early in the season, as soon as that years indigenous jerseys were released.
It said "wear this jersey every home game this year and the Sharks will win the comp"
So i did.
3 months out I booked holidays for the week after, I was asked what I was doing, I told them its because the Sharks are going to win the comp. I was laughed at profusely.
My best mate had died the year before, we had always had an agreement, whomever teams went further into the finals the other would go to the games for support. I had the worst of that deal, for he was a Manly fan.
I'd organised a benefit night after his death to help his wife and son (my god son). Part of the fund raising was selling a t-shirt with him on it.
Also months out, my inner voice told me to wear that t-shirt under the jersey so he was there with me, but I was also told to not tell a soul, including my partner at the time, do that and we will win.
Fast forward to the game day, I was always confident but with 15 mins to go I got the shakes and for the first time all year i started doubting everything. My inner voice kicked in and said "go out for a smoke, and during that time we will score and win the game"
I walked down the stairs and heard the biggest cheer I have ever heard, ran towards a TV to check out the replay, "FIFITA!!!!" I then ran outside and had a smoke.
The rest is history.
Friends had organised one of their cars to be parked in the opposite car park of the ground, the junior footy grounds, their boot full of piss and ice.
I was there until 6am, with former Cronulla great, Chris Gardiner, drinking along side me.
Next day I went to the Leagues but ended up at Northies where they had the game in full replay,
at full time Lewie and Wado ran to the screen and I followed them, grabbing them in bear hugs, they hugged me back.
Lewie showed me how to do a selfie in front of the screen.
I was sick for a week after that.