bornadog
28-09-2016, 10:13 PM
By WOOFER, Bulldogs Tragician (http://www.bulldogtragician.com/)
We're in the Grand Final
The Libber sisters are on the road again. We keep repeating it over and over again. We're in a grand final. We're in a grand final.
We've watched other fans, fans of clubs newer to the competition than ours, experiencing this joy. Fans who experience it year after year, taking for granted the idea that success is always but one season away.
We've been wistful, envious, shirty and downright miserable, watching them strolling the streets and looking smug in their scarves, heading off jauntily to the grand final parade.
We'll be doing all of those things, because our Cinderella team is at last at the ball. And we know Our Boys aren't going to be happy, just to be there.
How do these things work, I wonder, as we leave Sydney behind and join the thousands of other travellers, scarves waving gaily out windows, on the Hume.
Was it our belief, our acts of faith, our wall of noise, our commitment to be there with them that lifted Our Boys over the line?
Or was it the other way around - was it THEIR unwavering self-belief, that fierce light in their eyes, their genuine determination to write a different story from those sad old Bulldog tales, that galvanised US, compelled us hop in our cars or fork out too much money on inflated plane tickets, just to be there, bearing witness as they created their slice of history, this amazing night that will never, ever, be forgotten?
There hasn't been much sleep for the Libbers, but our journey is full of joy and anticipation. We turn the music up loud.
There's a song we know we must play.
We're in full if rickety voice as we sing 'Daydream Believers', flying down the Hume highway as though we're on wings instead of wheels.
We're in the Grand Final
The Libber sisters are on the road again. We keep repeating it over and over again. We're in a grand final. We're in a grand final.
We've watched other fans, fans of clubs newer to the competition than ours, experiencing this joy. Fans who experience it year after year, taking for granted the idea that success is always but one season away.
We've been wistful, envious, shirty and downright miserable, watching them strolling the streets and looking smug in their scarves, heading off jauntily to the grand final parade.
We'll be doing all of those things, because our Cinderella team is at last at the ball. And we know Our Boys aren't going to be happy, just to be there.
How do these things work, I wonder, as we leave Sydney behind and join the thousands of other travellers, scarves waving gaily out windows, on the Hume.
Was it our belief, our acts of faith, our wall of noise, our commitment to be there with them that lifted Our Boys over the line?
Or was it the other way around - was it THEIR unwavering self-belief, that fierce light in their eyes, their genuine determination to write a different story from those sad old Bulldog tales, that galvanised US, compelled us hop in our cars or fork out too much money on inflated plane tickets, just to be there, bearing witness as they created their slice of history, this amazing night that will never, ever, be forgotten?
There hasn't been much sleep for the Libbers, but our journey is full of joy and anticipation. We turn the music up loud.
There's a song we know we must play.
We're in full if rickety voice as we sing 'Daydream Believers', flying down the Hume highway as though we're on wings instead of wheels.