It's half time in the Preliminary Final. My team, the Richmond Tigers, are playing Port Adelaide, with the winner booking a place in next week's Grand Final. For the loser, the season is over.
Being a home final for Port Adelaide, the majority of the crowd is barracking for them. When their players have the ball, they cheer, when the Richmond players have it, they jeer. No surprise there.
Adelaide has put on its wettest weather for the game, and the ball is very slippery. In these conditions, players need to keep pushing the ball forward toward their goals. It is not elegant football, but it is effective in the wet.
The half-time scores are 21 points apiece, and there is nothing between the two teams. When they return from the half-time time break, the game will be up for grabs. I'm off to watch the second half. I will report back soon.
The game is now over, and the winners are grinners. The Tigers won by 6 points, and will now play in their third Grand Final in four years. Richmond will play either the Brisbane Lions or Geelong Cats, who play the other Preliminary Final tomorrow. Go Tigers!
Oh, we're from Tigerland, a fighting fury, we're from Tigerland.
In any weather you will see us with a grin, risking head and shin.
If we're behind then never mind, We'll fight and fight and win.
For we're from Tigerland, we never weaken 'til the final siren's gone.
Like the Tiger of old, we're strong, and we're bold.
For we're from Tiger, Yellow and Black, we're from Tigerland.