I think I have got it worked out. Came to me in a flash.

In 2005 when the final siren went, I didn't know what to do. We just stood in front of the TV yelling. And then looked at each other and wondered what to do next.

You see, we now have practice. We know what it felt like to win a Grand Final, so this time it wasn't so much a shock of the new, as a wild and warm fuzzy. I am still purring with satisfaction and contentment of knowing we got our just deserts.

Thoughts? Can you be bothered?