It was windy on the last game before the Final. Wind so vicious, it ripped straight through clothes and made your skin sting with cold. Everyone walked with their heads tucked in, hearing nothing but the rush of air in their ears. We were a visiting team. The Tiger Cubs's field was on top of a hill with no trees at all to cut the blast of the wind.

A couple of men were struggling to put up the banners. The banners were tangled, blowing back into the men's faces.

Other Red Thorns fans were also turning up for the game.

Susan got out of her car, being roused by...