As a diehard Broncos supporter, most people probably expect Grand Finals and success are becoming a mundane experience given the increasing regularity at which they occur. However, that is simply not the case. If there's one thing you never get tired of, it's winning.

The Broncos have been the dominant force in Rugby League since 1992, when they climbed every mountain to achieve their memorable first premiership. Every season since they have made the finals, and on three other occasions won the premiership. Grand Final week that year was something special. You could not escape it. Over time, Grand Final week has become less and less of a focus for the local community, but the true Broncos fans still get that exact same tingle.

Memories. They are the true gift that Grand Finals and all their glory provide. Memories of Steve Renouf sprinting 90 metres to score ahead of Ricky Walford's gallant chase, Kevin Walters evasion setting up Chris Johns for the opening try in 1993, Peter Ryan's crunching hit on David Peachey to break the 1997 Super League Grand Final open, Tonie Carroll's incredible charge to put the Broncos back in front in the second half against Canterbury in 1998. The on field memories last a life time.

Off field memories are also special, even though they become increasingly difficult to remember the later the night wears on. In 1992, the players crowd surfing and the beginning of the traditional crew cut, in 1993 Alfie's infamous St George Can't Play barb, in 1997 the racket at City Rowers, and in 1998 the trophy being dropped and broken at the club! Things like that stick in your mind, leaving you smiling, or cringing.

So far, Brisbane fans have not experienced the polar reaction to Grand Final day. In four appearances, five if you count the epic extra-time 1990 Reserve Grade Grand Final, the Broncos have never tasted defeat. You can attribute that to their State of Origin quality line up, or their "big name big game" attitudes. Whatever it is, the Broncos have that winning aura and they know how to win when it matters. We will all be hoping that continues on Sunday.

We all know what it means to players to win the competition, to have that pride in themselves that they are simply the best. But what does it mean to us as fans?

If you are in any doubt, be watching the faces of the fans in the crowd on Sunday afternoon. If the Broncos emerge triumphant, just look into their eyes, see their elation. If they lose, you will see a devastation that is unmatched. Not even Allan Langer's shock retirement last season will match the pain. That is what passion is about. You feel the highs, you feel the lows. Often you feel them worse than the players because you can't change anything as it is happening.

This season, victory will be particularly sweet. Memories of last season are still fresh. The helplessness as the Broncos crumbled against Melbourne. The sadness as they fell against their Grand Final opponents who crashed Alfie's farewell at ANZ Stadium. The despair that after 10 rounds, the Broncos were stone cold last with just one solitary win and a draw to show for it.

At Stadium Australia there will be thousands of Broncos fans, more than have attended any other Sydney Grand Final. They will be outnumbered, no question. The crowd will be heavily slanted against them. That's how we like it.

Full time will bring an outpouring emotion. Combined with either the euphoria or the despair, will be sadness. For on Sunday we farewell two of the great men of Rugby League. Neither had the natural talent of Allan Langer, or Laurie Daley, but both had the most pure club spirit.

Mick never played for any other club. He came to the Broncos from Stanthorpe in 1988 and has gone on to play more first grade games for the club than anyone else.

Kevvie. You can't say enough about the man. On field, he was Mr Dependable. Highly skillful, he had a beautiful combination with Langer and Renouf. But it's his incredible inner strength and likable nature that makes you feel like you truly know him. As is well publicised, in 1998 his wife, Kim, passed away after a long battle with breast cancer. Kevvie was left with his three boys, Jack, Billy and Jett. He couldn't afford to crumble.

With great support from friends and family, Kevvie soldiered on. In fact, he had his best ever year in 1998, returning to the Test arena after a 4 year absence. He struggled in 1999 and contemplated retirement earlier this year. Instead, he bounced back and has led a young side to their ultimate destiny. The Grand Final.

Mick and Kevvie deserve to go out champions. Champions of the game they have played fairly, passionately and competitively at the highest level for over 13 years.

And that's what it means to me, and like so many supporters, I will be there to will them on for one more 80 minute examination. There's nowhere else we'd rather be.