Everything was perfect.

While breaking your cheekbone may not be deemed as a positive in any way, doing so in a green and red jersey and in a Grand Final is perfect.

Greg Inglis streaking away, lining up the camera and celebrating so that no one could miss it, it was perfect.

Obviously Sam Burgess was going to play on. Perfect.

He got to celebrate with his brother George as he did the perfect front rower's charge. And scored. Perfect.

Seeing John Sutton, a long suffering player who has always had question marks hovering over his head thanks to being a good player in a shit team, seeing him lift that trophy. Perfect.

Seeing he and Adam Reynolds, two of the heartiest Redfern folk, celebrate a premiership. Perfect.

What would have been better? Nathan Merritt scoring? Yes, but there's a kid who should have won Rookie Of The Year. Alex Johnston is perfect.

Russell Crowe giving Isaac Luke a ring? Seeing Michael Maguire sitting on the podium talking to Luke? Perfect, perfect, perfect.

This is a team who know the importance of every member of the organisation. Sam Burgess knew that he wouldn't have been able to do what he did without his boys backing him up. Greg Inglis, it goes without saying. This is a team that a few people questioned for their over the top celebrations of tries, players running from Redfern to join in the celebration for a try that gave them a 16 point lead in the 75th minute.

The Rabbitohs looked like the NRL team who most enjoyed each other's company. There were rumours that Greg Inglis and Sam Burgess weren't seeing eye to eye on a few things over the past few years. Whether true or not, you'd have to imagine that a bit of the rumours were from Burgess' high profile in Sydney. Instead of any serious friction being developed, there they all were celebrating like best friends, like brothers, like blokes who had endured much of the negativity that sport can offer. There they were crying. Perfect.

I'm hugely bias, but would you ever see anything similar in Super rugby? That's where I sit. I was glad I watched the game alone because it was hard to subdue any emotions, yet here was a bloke tearing up in the middle of the field, in front of thousands, in front of millions.

Congratulations to the South Sydney Rabbitohs.