Rammo, the Great Britain halfback tries to weave his magic at a crucial point in the game.
EVERY DOG HAS HIS DAY
It was September 21, 1998.
The Brisbane Broncos had booked a place in the inaugural NRL Grand Final, defeating the Sydney City Roosters the previous day, and were awaiting their opponents.
The Bulldogs had endured a very strong finals campaign, and had perfect preparation, playing elimination matches right from the start of the finals series. They beat St George Illawarra 20-12 in week one, North Sydney 23-2 in week two, and Newcastle 28-16 in week three ( trailed 16-0 at one stage, 16-16 after 80 minutes). The unusual thing about the 1998 series was that the finals series consisted of the top 10 sides, as opposed to the usual top 8, a decision which proved to be a fortunate one for the Bulldogs, who finished 9th at the conclusion of the home and away rounds.
The Parramatta side on the other hand, looked a very potent one in both attack and defence. They had a very strong season and were fortunate enough to earn the previous week off as a reward for their outstanding efforts during the season, and were the highly fancied favourites to meet the Broncos in the Grand Final.
I arrived at the game about 45 minutes before the start, about 2:15pm.
Piss off you Bulldogs twigs!
Its gonna be our day today, why the hell are you wasting your time here!
Naturally I was shocked by this idiots comments, being 10, I had rarely heard such poor language. I had thought about moving away from him, but I realised that if Canterbury were able to get up and win, this fan would have egg on his face.
9th minute, Halligan strikes a penalty goal, Bulldogs 2-0 up.
17th minute, Whereat scores for the Eels and the try is converted, Eels 6-2.
Take that, theres more where that came from, screamed the fan, I turned and said long way to go mate, and the match continued.
27th minute, Carriage scores, try converted, Eels lead 12-2.
Eels lead 12-2 at halftime.
Enjoy that mate? More of the same to come in the second half, so you may as well walk out now!
The clock ticked away in the second half, and after 60 minutes, the score was still, Parramatta 12, Canterbury 2.
My state of mind was dashed, Whereat crossed for his second try, and the Eels took an 18-2 lead with just 17 minutes remaining.
The time ticked on, and I faced the reality that I thought my team were about to be eliminated. 68 minutes gone, still no sign of anything, 18-2, and the idiot in front of me continued his idiotic banter, he began to sing a victory song,
na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey, goodbye!
I forwarded towards the exits, 10 minutes remaining, Parramatta 18, Canterbury 2.
As I was leaving, Jason Hetherington threw a brilliant ball to Craig Polla-Mounter to put him in to score. Bill Harrigan awarded the try, Halligan missed the kick.
Parramatta 18, Canterbury 6, 9 minutes remaining.
I thought Id just watch the rest from the exits, just in case something out of the ordinary were to happen.
Incredible offload by Robert Relf! Rod Silva scores!, Halligan converts.
Parramatta 18, Canterbury 12, 5 minutes remaining.
The Bulldogs bring the ball back from the kickoff, Parramatta strip the ball in a two-man tackle, the Bulldogs are awarded a penalty, they find touch 25 metres out from the Eels line, 3 minutes remaining.
Willie Talau scores in the corner!
18-16!
Kick to come from the sideline from Daryl Halligan.
The equation was simple, he misses, Parramatta into the grand final, he gets it, extra time for the second week in a row.
The kick was struck, looked like it was going to swing too far, but it held its line, Halligan nailed it!.
We went back to the seat, my dad had a friendly greeting with the idiot fan,
I think well stay here about longer mate. He said.
The Dogs led 26-20 in extra time, and Travis Norton had scored!
That was it, 32-20, the dogs had won it!
As the rowdy fan left, my dad and I began singing,
na na na na, na na na na, hey, hey, hey, goodbye!
We stayed and soaked up the atmosphere, knowing that we would never experience such an unbelievable experience in our lives again.
This really was proof that every Dog has his day, and this day was September 21, 1998.
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