That is crap
Scoey and you know it.
I was there and remember your try much more vividly and will back you up in the clubhouse when you recount how you got the ball off the back of the lineout after the halfback fluffed the delivery from piggies. As you wrapped around from the front of the lineout you scooped up the ball on the run, and dropped your shoulder into the opposite #7 who dropped off the tackle like a sack of spuds. With 45 metres to go, to the line, you lined up the opposite #10 and then with an in and away you left him in your dust. One more step saw you beat the covering wingers desperate tackle. With only the Fullback between you and the line, we saw a Jonah Lomu/Mike Catt scenario re-enactment as they became road kill on your barnstorming run to dot down. The final 20 metres was an out and out sprint to beat the covering defence. The crowd rose as one as you crossed the line with the nearest defender no closer than 7 metres away. This event was the turning point of the game, and was the difference in a narrow 4 point victory.
That is how I remember it happened, and am prepared to swear on the grave of William Webb Ellis that this was the truth.
Edit: And every year that goes by, the lineout was one metre further from the tryline. Every 3 years was another tackle beaten/slipped or tackler stepped/dummied.