look I dont care who we beat in our first grand final as long as we win it easy and have at least 30 points up on them with five to go.
Me poor old ticker won't take any close finishes. I've been through enough already.
Down 24-22 with 4 mins to go.
The Pom takes an intercept 5 metres off our own line and runs 40 metres down field when run down by the defence, shrugs two off before getting an arm free with an offload to Ike who runs 55 metres to score.
Other team kicks off short, regathers, throws it across the field and look certain to score on the outside before Pom grabs a winger and backslams him into next week knocking the ball out and we win.
How'd the heart go for that?