Wow! what a great day!
I almost didn't make it to the game as I had to get off work. Thank the Lord that worked out or I would have missed what is now my favourite Sharks victory of all time.
Yeah, we've gone deeper into the finals before but not since the days of the 78 Grand Final, when I was just a little tacker of eight years old can I remember Club spirit being so high.
After all we have been through in the last ten years - and especially the last three - to come out and give South Sydney that sort of flogging was just amazing.
Think about it, South Sydney - a team with virtually unlimited finances and the swooning support of just about every Rugby League media outlet. A team that has the most third party payment of any in the NRL; and that's just the legal ones.
A team that Phil Gould took great delight in repeatedly describing as having "forgotten how to lose" during the early rounds of the season.
Well, you know what?...They got a free ****ing lesson on losing last night and they got it from US! You know, the team everyone says is a "niggly, grinding, negative" team with no point scoring ability.
How'd that "grind" feel Souffs? 28 blot until you got gifted a couple of consolation tries in garbage time.
Anyway, the feeling in the crowd with the CSSC was unbelievable. when the call went up "SHARKIES!", the reply was thunderous from all around the SFS. When the game was beyond doubt, our trumpeter fired up the Twisted Sister classic, "We're Not Gonna Take It" but the lyrics hurled at the Souths Sydney players who were unlucky enough to be near us were;
"YOU'RE NOT IN THE FINALS, YOU'RE NOT IN THE FINALS, YOU'RE NOT IN THE FINALS, ANYMOOOOOOORRRRRE!'
The big "SHARKS" Tifo got flown, "Up, Up, Cronulla!" was sung loudly and repeatedly and many more songs of victory were sung on the "Bus of Dreams" back to the Club (as well as a few beverages drunk).
The end of the night, to me was something that summed up everything that is great about our Club. Whilst having a beer in the Steve Rogers Bar, Fitz elbowed me in the ribs, "Look at that" he said.
There, in a corner of the bar was Shane Flannagan with a couple of the coaching staff, quietly watching the match replay on one of the TV's. Right in the middle of the Leagues Club with the punters. Not tucked away in some hi-tech video review facilty.
I walked past on my way out, shook his hand and said, "Congrat's mate, good job"
"Thanks", he said, "but the jobs not done yet."