^ interesting. Didn't think club Rugby meant so much to Aussies. Obviously you're still drunk with ecstasy (which is a point in itself) so you're talking absolute shiite about this being better than the Wallabies winning the 1999 RWC.
I've sobered up a bit now and got my arse home, but just to clarify this I say this is better than the '99 RWC for more personal reasons. Of course in the context of international and Australian rugby in general winning the '99 RWC was a way bigger deal. But the ecstasy it brought doesn't compare with tonight for a few reasons.
To begin with, in 1999 the Wallabies were still beating the All Blacks in the Bledisloe Cup and had retained it that year, whilst only missing out on winning the Tri Nations by a whisker. On top of that, Australia had won the Rugby World Cup fairly recently, with the team being the second side to hoist it in 1991, so success was to a certain degree expected of the team. As for the World Cup itself, Australia dominated the tournament in a lot of ways, suffocating teams out of their matches with their defence and then running them ragged. The match against South Africa was a heart stopper, but the ecstasy of a semi-final doesn't come near a final, and that brings me to the other critical difference: in the Final itself Australia were rarely threatened and won quite convincingly, so we'd already started celebrating before the siren.
By way of contrast, the Waratahs have been
expected to succeed since the formation of Super Rugby in 1996 because they represent Australia's biggest state (per capita and in rugby terms), but have been painfully consistent underachievers. So for the past 19 years we've gone into each season hoping and expecting that FINALLY our well resourced team from our most influential rugby state will make good on their potential. But each year the team has fallen, making poor decisions at the board level, in the coaches box, and on the field.
In pursuit of glory, coaches have employed a wide array of tactics in their desperation. Before Cheika, Michael Foley had us playing conservative 10 man rugby in the stupid belief that playing ugly rugby is what wins championships. Under his guidance the team were booed by our own fans for their lack of spirit and enterprise.
We made the final twice, in 2005 and 2008 under the tutelage of Ewan McKenzie, who brought a varied and pragmatic approach to his tactics. We played all kinds of rugby, but funnily enough were more set-piece based even if the team should some great attacking skills. Unfortunately, both times playing the Crusaders and whilst both times we got pretty close (leading most of the way in '08), the Crusaders were at the peak of their powers and it always felt just a bit beyond us to match their attack.
So for this year, under Michael Cheika we've gone back to our roots and played hard running, ball in hand rugby all year. We've dominated all the stats and for the final we played the mighty Crusaders - the seven time champions and authors of our disappointment on the only previous occasions we've made it this far. A team we haven't even played this year, and who looked menacing once again coming into the match. So to beat them makes the win just that extra bit sweet, but to e beat them precisely when all looked lost, with only a minute to play makes it absolutely indescribable!
Seriously, the build up of emotion and the shock and ecstasy of it all is just pretty hard to describe if you're not a long suffering Waratahs fan... it may not be a bigger deal in the over all scheme of things than the RWC was, but to us in New South Wales it has just been a very very long time coming and it could honestly not be sweeter.