Cronulla gone, Melbourne through to the grand final.
Again.
It was going to be one of those nights after the first whistle.
Every whistle, every stoppage.
Penalty this, penalty that.
Just let them fucking play, it’s finals footy for fucks sake.
The game should be brutal, fast and most importantly decided by the players themselves, not the fucking reff.
Not a good advertisement for the game.
All night, constant interruptions, momentum killed, diving and milking being rewarded.
Just garbage.
The loss even harder to swallow.
I fucking hate rugby league.
Up Up Cronulla.