The noise.

Wonderful, tumultuous, unrelenting and awe inspiring.

The sound of generations washing away the dirt of disappointments long gone but never forgotten. 

A cry filled with the vindication of a resurrection some thought impossible but many more believed in.

A joyful exultation that in this place, at this moment, their time had come.

it rolled like billowing thunder across the Olympic Stadium and washed over everyone like a crystal set crashing on Maroubra Beach.

 "South Sydney, South Sydney!!!" 

 

Glory, glory ... At last.

Glory, glory ... At last.

As the clock ticked down the final minutes of Sunday's NRL Grand Final the dreaming, hoping and praying ended for The Rabbitohs faithful.

They had arrived in the promised land. 

Perched next to me in the grandstand a young man in a Bunnies shirt, hoarse from bellowing support was delirious and teary. Alongside him his father wore a beaming smile and the wondorous gaze of a young boy waking up on XMAS morning.

Below us, above us, around us this story was repeated. Young and old, black and white, rich and poor. 

South Sydney isn't flippant when it claims it's more than a football club.  

It's an act of faith. 

It's easy to be cynical about the romance of the Souths narrative. So many shiny new shirts, scarves and caps.

Sydney, this town that loves a winner and treats strugglers and also rans like lepers, flocks and flees with equal intent. 

Yet being there Sunday something rang true about this romance that still eludes others. 

Maybe it's the inheritance of The Souths gene that runs stronger. If you have it, you're not indifferent to it.

You don't pick and chose.

Or it might be Souths as an idea, that they can't kill you for the love of money. That somewhere in this world there is still some things we won't put a price on.

As an outsider I was delighted  for those caught in the moment of triumph , envious that I'm yet to experience it, anxious that I may never, desperate that I do. 

And I realised that the authenticity of South Sydney's story is what elevates it.

They know who they are. They know what their history is. They know what they value, who they feud with and who they fight for.

Win or lose, this is what greatness is built upon.

As a sports fan, you can watch Sunday's game a thousand times but to understand how Souths won you need to understand who they won for.

It's something all clubs searching for the secret to success - I'm looking at you St.Kilda FC - need more than sponsors, money or draft picks.

Souths. By the people, for the people. 

A beautiful noise.

 

 

 

 

 

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