Everyone hates Manly. Except me, when they lose and supply my neutral eyes with a cracking match.
The first half saw Manly do what the do best: defend the shit out of the game. After cruising to a six point lead early, they seemed to have every measure of the Eels attack. The Hayne Plane seemed grounded and the usual wily Sandow was whatever the opposite of wily is. After Manly’s second try and a subsequent penalty giving them a 12 nil lead at the half, it seemed they would cruise up the river back to the north shore with the minor premiership seemingly sealed up.
Then half time came.
I don’t really know what happened during half time, so I can only prophesies here in these words. Manly seemed like they started the celebrations a little early with Toovey handing out cans of New while Jamie Lyon told tales of how he was the best Parramatta and Blues player in history. This led to the teams inebriation with Manly forwards very flat and Cherry-Evans and Foran unable to supply the big play to win the game.
The Eels seemed to get a boost of energy which would have ASADA knocking on players doors post match for samples. As their team ran out onto the field, there was a sniff of victory in the air with Ken Edwards going over for a try. This is when the Eels crowd found their voice. This frenzy in the crowd had Pirtek Stadium shaking. But the crowd would absolutely tear that mother down when Radradra beat 4 defenders to sprint 95 meters to score the Eels second. Will Hopoate poked his finger through the sphincter of the Manly defence to score and rub salt into his old teams wounds.
This had the Eels beleiveing that after 2 years they could finally clear that kitchen draw of all their wooden spoons with a glorious finals berth. However, it wasn’t until Sandow kicked another 40/20 for the season that the Eels realised their accomplishment. Fortunatly no ball boys were needed as the Eels set play from the not-so-quick tap sealed the game.
Eels 22 d. Sea Eagles 12