The 2010 Grand Final, definitely. Was biting hard on my fingernails and cheering every St.Kilda tackle, mark and disposal.
I'll never forget those last few minutes;
- Goddard's unbelievable mark and goal.
- Macaffer finding space on the boundary, resulting in Cloke's goal to put the Pies in front.
- My heart momentarily sinking when Dawes' shot from 55m initially looked like it'd go through.
- To this day, I remain convinced that Milne pulled in short on that awkward-bouncing Hayes kick. Not surprising he left it to dribble through, though. He's the most gutless footballer of all time.
- Koschitzke should've marked that ball 30m out, directly in front with 20 odd seconds left. If he held onto it for just a split second more, it may have been paid.
- The final throw in > piece of play on the members' wing resulting in a stoppage, the siren blaring followed by a collective gasp ringing around the MCG.
- An unforgettable sense of emptiness washing over my body after the countdown clock on the scoreboard went back to 7 days. And what a strange week it was that followed.
- My sheer disappointment the following Saturday... Not just because Collingwood won the premiership, but the fact that St.Kilda really should have won that first Grand Final. They blew it, big time.