Since the preliminary final win, I have marinated in the stories of Melbourne Football Club supporters who have waited so long for this.
As a Melbourne supporter, after decades of watching September fans in envy, to feel proud of this club is the win. Whatever happens next is a bonus.
While the sporting success is pure joy itself, if you listen closely that is not what Demons fans are saying when they talk about what this moment means to them. They say things like “I was there when…” and, “I wish so-and-so was still here to see this”.
What I’ve learnt as a Demons supporter on the precipice of the first premiership since 1964 – is just how personal this is.
Most Melbourne supporters have lived whole lives in wait for this. And it is that passing of time, a flip-book of moments connected to our love for our team that makes this the great moment it is.
This grand final is not just the game played or the moment in time. It holds the memory of all the years that have come before it.
Since the last Melbourne FC showing in a grand final when I was 14, I have finished school, completed two degrees, changed careers, partnered, broken up and partnered again a few times, had a child, lost family, gained family, travelled, gone from being a teenage football Luddite to a 35-year-old mother with her own footy podcasts.
The consistent backdrop of those 21 years lived, are games of football.