The Return of Lockyer

3 06 2008

Lockyer in PNG in 2005 for the Anti-AIDS campaign

Like most Papua New Guineans, I avidly follow Rugby League both here and overseas, especially the NRL. As a result, Friday evenings usually find me glued in front of the TV for the Friday night NRL games.
Last Friday night’s clash between the Parramatta Eels and the Brisbane Broncos was something spectacular. It was nothing short of a thriller and in my book; it rates with some of the best interstate games.

Earlier during the week, Fatty and the boys from the Footy Show panel had all leaned in favour of the Broncos to win easily given the Eels somewhat lackluster performance in their recent matches as well as the scheduled return of my main man Lockyer after recuperating from a knee injury.

From the first whistle blow, the game was anything but what the punters predicted. It had more than its fare share of blood, guts and glory, stars and villains. Both teams were going neck to neck all the way to the final hooter of the siren.

As the game was approaching fulltime, Krisnan Inu touched down at the 75th minute  for his second brilliant try to level the scores at 26 all. This brought the house down and Phil Gould, the co-commentator that night just screamed out “The gods of Rugby are surely smiling down at the Eels tonight”.  

The 5 minutes that followed had everybody on the very edge of their seats. Everyone was bracing themselves as to who would be the one to steal the cliffhanger with a drop goal. Brisbane’s attempts for a try were foiled twice within that time. So was Brett Finch’s attempt for a field goal.

Just as the final siren went off, the ball came into the possession of Lockyer – but rather awkwardly I should point out, eliminating any possibility of him getting off that one pointer that we were all expecting, leaving everybody to think the game would be carried into extra time for golden point.

But Lockyer simply jogged up and placed a neat chip over the heads of the Eels towards the left flank to land in the arms of Denan Kemp. The crowd, the commentators, the officials, everybody just lost it and the stadium exploded as the speedster Kemp crashed into Tryland for his fourth of the night.

That was the instant I passed out. The last words echoing in my ear as liquid blackness enveloped me were these ecstatic words from the commentators’ box:

“No, no, no. Lockyer, in fact you might be the football God”.






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