Good story R69. In fact, I loved it. I have fixed the spelling etc in a few spots in this version, so hopefully that might help in the marking of the story.....
It is a moment in my life that I will never forget, one of those special occasions where you pinch yourself to make sure you're not dreaming, it is a moment I have relived in my memory 1000 times over
and 1000 times again.
The day I had waited for all my football career, my first grand final. I could hardly wait and thanks to a lenient rotation policy, I had the honour of leading out my team, the St.Clair Comets, as captain. The team was full of enthusiasm, we were extra pumped as we faced our fierce rivals St. Marys. This was truly a local derby.
We gathered into a huddle and roared out our chant, we were ready! We ran onto the field and shook hands with the devil, the tension was building. The coin flew through the air as I casually muttered heads. Tails, your call St. Marys proclaims the referee, a bad start for me and the lads, a sign of things to come perhaps?!
St. Clair kicked off, the St. Marys fullback collects the ball and immediately sent it wide to their massive winger. He put on a step and a shimmy, straight past our centre and raced away for a try under the dot, conversion successful. 6-0. The signs were ominous.
The game then became a tug of war battle, several half breaks and try saving tackles. With 5 minutes left in the first half their winger struck again, this time clutching on to a long cut out ball thrown by their halfback. Another conversion as we went into the half time break behind 12-nil.
A rev up from the coach had us fired up for a big second half and it started off great, our star front rower burst the line and off loaded to our 5/8th who strolled under the sticks to get us off the mark. Our hooker converted with ease, 12-6 and there was plenty of time left.
There was a spring in our step now and it showed, over the next 20 minutes we dominated, running in a further 2 tries, with one to me, collecting a great offload from our 2nd rower. The other went to our front rower but both were out wide so no conversions were landed. We had taken the lead 14-12 but there was 5 minutes remaining. A tremendous fight back but the game wasnt over just yet.
With just under a minute remaining we still led the game 14-12 and had control of the pill. Our hooker delivered a shocking ball to our 2nd rower who spilt the ball. They had roughly 40 seconds to go 60 metres to win the game.
They spun it wide to their winger, the one who had troubled us all game, he steam rolled a couple as troops came from everywhere, we had about 5 blokes hanging off him before the he fell like a Red Oak. A sigh of relief went through out our team, but there was still time for one more play.
Their halfback saw we were short on the opposite wing, so did I. I raced quickly to the other side positioning myself outside the winger. He sent it wide quickly, their 5/8th drew our winger and passed to it onto his centre.
It was two on one, with the game on the line, I held off as long as I could before committing myself to the centre. As I moved for the tackle, I braced myself for the collision but he threw the pass! I saw it out of the corner of my eye and threw out my right hand in desperation
As if glue was on my hands the ball stuck to my finger tips, as time stood still, it was like an out of body experience, as I watched myself run 40 yards down the park before being bundled into touch. The team surrounded me to pick my exhausted body up as the hooter sounded. We had won!
The team and myself erupted into wild celebrations. Players and coach rushed to the field, hugs and hi-fives were exchanged. The St. Marys lads were left to ponder the one that got away. The celebrations went well into the night, it was a feeling that I'll never forget and will forever live long in my heart.
The next season the team disbanded but every so often we all get together and reminisce about that game and how we will always remember that magic moment.
but he got banned 
