CHEERS TO…Finals footy.
The Broncos vs Raiders match on Sunday gave us 94 minutes of utter madness, golden-point agony, and left scriptwriters everywhere wondering why they even bother.
It was the kind of footy few thought still existed: chaos, drama, personality, brilliance, and a finish that will be replayed for generations.
Broncos vs Raiders, you were something else.
And it’s not just about one game. The NRL keeps proving it’s not just alive, but thriving - going from strength to strength and undeniably asserting its commercial dominance as Australia’s footy code of choice.
In a sporting landscape where AFL has long been painted as Australia's “national game,” games like this show where the real theatre is happening. Meanwhile, the Wallabies and the ARU are still busy workshopping existential crises and wondering if anyone’s even watching (spoiler alert: we're not).
And locally? I have finals footy to thank for the 40,000 eyes (and climbing) on my accidentally-kind-of-viral reel from Emu's v City last weekend, too.
Simply the best.
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