But unfortunately those homeground crowds are not at Brookvale. But think of the utter pleasure Manly has provided, in telling versions of the Great Sports Story - that of coming from behind. We know this script. We have all been there. You, the fan, watching your team get 8, 10, 16, 20 points behind in the second half, the clock ticking down. You brace yourself for the loss, wonder how, wonder why. You start 'sacking' players, coaches, officials. Swear that something needs to be done, that this is a shamble of justice. Then a consolatory try. No biggee. Just a little face-saving in a game that is all but concluded. You go for a pee, a beer, grab a bite. There is a roar you hear from the masses, sight unseen. What is it? A fight? A sin bin? A streaker to break the pain? What? No, your team has run the length of the field. Miracle Try. Now you have a sniff. It's game on. You see it in your team's eyes. You rush back and get comfy. This is sport. This is what you want. Oh my god. What an awesome pass. The opposition are dopes on the ropes. Adrenaline pumping hard. On and off field. Your team rises like giants. He's in the corner. Now in front. Your star player has earned his year's salary in one blinding, brilliant, deft move. The siren sounds. Victory snatched from the jaws of defeat! Thank you Manly for making some beautiful sports narratives. Albeit for others. And I look forward to those match-ups later in the season at Brookie.Â As they say, revenge is a dish best served very, very, very cold.