Wondering if anyone has some cool stories of victory celebrations they have had after a big or memorable win?

there's always nudie runs at 5am the morning after winning a grand final

Best night I ever had was after the Melbourne vs Bulldogs game last year. Jeff White kicked the winning goal with about 20 seconds left, amazing comeback. Me and my mate went straight to a bar down the road to celebrate, ended up being exactly where about 50 Melbourne fans decided to gather. We be-friended them and partied all night til about 6am singing the song til we were hoarse.

Although, the elimination final last year almost topped it.

Awesome stuff.

there's always nudie runs at 5am the morning after winning a grand final

Many years ago I used to live in Greeves St, Fitzroy with a couple of other blokes. We used to regularly do nudie runs from our front door, down Greeves, across Smith St to touch the Athens Fish Supply window in Collingwood, then back again. This was not exactly by way of celebration but did get the adrenalin flowing. There was still plenty of traffic around at 1.00am. No-one ever got caught.

I'm hoping today will be the one.

i see a pattern emerging with blokes and nudie runs.

last years defeat over the saints was a massive night - ended up out and about in richmond, gravitating towards fellow demons to recap and bust out in sporadic song.. was mates with the world that night..

i get into big celebrations when we beat the lions at the gabba thats for sure,lions supporters are such sooks

The night after we beat St.Kilda, I went out with friends to celebrate, and we ran into a bunch of St.Kilda players who asked us to come to this club with them.

Apperantly (although I was drunk so I plead not guilty), I said "I don't go anywhere with losers" then started singing the Melbourne song.

My friend still hasn't forgiven me for ruining her chances with Nick Dal Santo :D

That Bulldogs game with Jeff White winning it for us in the dying minutes produced my first ever football-related injury.

I'd been getting steadily louder and crazier for that whole last quarter, and for the final passage of play after that goal (remember a goal the other way would still have costs us the game) I was standing on the seat waving the scarf over my head and screaming for the bloody siren to go. Couple of security 'attendants' were hovering in the area ever-so-subtly. Gotta love a bit of official interest in my enjoyment of a fine game...

Even a few of my usually pretty placid friends were having a shout about that game.

Anyway, the injury - turns out I actually did scream my guts out, I had to be kind of 'helped' out of the stadium leaning on friends because I'd managed to wrench something, so we're winding our way down the exit ramps with me doubled over, still can't stop grinning and shouting, and spurting out the occassional 'arh F%#' as my gut spasms.

Great stuff.