Wow. So many share the pain of the 87 Prelim.
I was 12 at the time and was dealing with my parents splitting up. Consequently, Mum had moved us to Queensland earlier in the year which just seemed to magnify the importance of that run into the finals and then the thrashings of North and Sydney. So I watched it on TV at home and cushions were flying everywhere when the likes of Yeates and Eishold missed easy shots with only minutes to go.
I was begging for the siren to sound as Langford took his kick-in and then had a profound feeling of inevitability as it went from Hawk to Hawk to Buckenara. Dad had always taught me to watch the goal umpire and see if he moves to try and work out if the ball is going through for a goal and the umpire didn't move. I dropped to my knees before walking outside and crying on the driveway for 20mins. Yep, the pain of the day means I still remember all the details and the feelings that went with them.
As I said, I think my family situation meant it had even more of an impact as I was longing for my old life back in Melbourne and not really enjoying rugby league heartland where no-one understood or cared. It literally took me weeks to get over it. Don't think I even watched the GF which is probably the only one I've missed it in my lifetime.