Three weeks after Johnathan Thurston effectively put his team on his back and kicked a winning field goal to clinch a victory, Cooper Cronk stood up when his team needed him the most, and did much the same.
It was redemption for the halfback who in that very game against North Queensland, missed a direct field goal shot that would have given us a win, yet in front of a home crowd, calmly slotted this one through.
A final scoreline of 17-16 against the battling Roosters, in conditions as horrid as it has been for the last month or so, was very much the tightly contested affair that youíd expect. A level of football, probably our only real 80 minute performance of the season, was of high class even in the rain. Though really no one should have expected anything less.
Cronk, who was battling soreness all through the week and a game-time decision to even play, was the final hero, but once again itís what Bellamyís been able to get out of the likes of Chambers (whoís now a Monty for Test and Origin call-up, sigh), Koroibete (Sisa who?), and Blake Green (no-tryís be damned) thatís got Melbourne in a hypothetical dizzy.
It was quick, it was wet, and for a good chunk of the game it was the game was being played in our own backline. Yet creating opportunities and making them count when it matters has been our thing and when you have guys like Koroibete flying at balls as if heís playing at the G you can see why itís worked pretty well.
No Slater, no worries as well which has probably been the most pleasing thing. Cameron Munster has come in and done a wonderful of job. 157 meters for the young lad, and with Billy out for at least the next three weeks heíll have ample time to prove his worth.
Round 7ís done, weíre 5-2, sitting pretty at the top of the table Ė a position we were never in last year. Probably the most optimistic of Storm fans could have seen this coming, I certainly didnít. But itís comforting all the same.
No Warriors this year for Anzac Day, instead Manly come to town some 6 weeks after they got the better of us for their first and only win of the season. The hilarity in that doesnít escape in me. Thus, a win here is expected, not desired.†