We all remember that golden experience, the first nrl game we attended. Most likely with out fathers along side us.
The smell of the grass, the growing noise as you watch the crowd grow from a few dozen to thousands within an hour. The roar as a try is scored. The elation when the result goes your way.
The way even when you lose, you enjoyed the whole experience.
In many cities which house nrl teams this is the way of life. The progression to adulthood can even be worked out based on rugby league games. From birth to about 12 you will attend with family. Throughout teen years, with friends. And by adulthood, a mixture of both.
The experience begins long before the game has started. And it ends long after the conclusion of the actual game.
Straight from the moment you wake up, all you care about is today is the day i go to the football.
The caride to the ground is full of anticipation and discussion, the walk from your car is amazing as you see thousands in team colors following the same path. After the game, the same is said. Everyone leaves following the sams path, with team flags flying and shouts of team names heard. The carride is not of anticipation but either a tremendous silence where you simply look out your windows at the people with a smile. Or analysing the game and talking about the experience.
This is what keeps fans coming. Not simply the sport but the experience and the way of life.