Kurtley Beale's winning goal against Springboks could be his making
By Iain Payten
September 11, 2010
Kurtley Beale was out on the left wing when his gut told him he was up.
It was 79 minutes and change in Bloemfontein and no sooner had the referee lifted his arm the Wallabies' way for a penalty, Rocky Elsom pointed the other way towards the posts.
Quick calculation time. Springboks lead by a point. Matt Giteau off. No time left. Horrifyingly simple: this 55-metre kick wins -- or loses -- the Test match.
Beale walked in.
"I thought 'if I miss this, it's probably the last game I ever play for the Wallabies'," Beale said.
Beale blamed himself for being a point behind. He felt his mistakes alone would extend the 47-hoodoo on the high veldt for a few more years.
The bloke was wrong, of course, but after a roller-coaster 79 minutes, it was understandable.
The Wallabies had started full of adventure and running and before you knew it, they'd put on four tries. Slicing in from fullback Beale had been among the best, and scored the opening try. It was 31-6 after 21 minutes.
"You could feel the energy. I was really excited to get my hands on the ball," Beale said.
"This is game on here, this is going to be a good day at the office."
It had been a good month at the office, in fact. Called into the starting No. 15 against the All Blacks in Christchurch, Beale played superbly and then again in Pretoria, scoring tries in each game.
Beale is quick to explain why: his new body.
After a heart-to-heart with Robbie Deans late last year, where the coach asked if he wanted to be a Wallaby or just cruise in rugby, Beale set about getting in shape.
Fast food was gone. Booze, too. Training "extras" were so routine they weren't extra anymore.
It worked, kilos stripped off and a 10-minute Test debut on the Spring Tour delivered an addictive reward.
"Once I got that taste I wanted more," Beale said.
Seven kilograms lighter and a shift to fullback this year sat well with Beale, and in the end, put him to Bloemfontein and walking towards a kick.
The second half he'd made mistakes. Dropped high balls, a wild pass over the dead-ball line and after South Africa had stormed back into the game came Beale's Falcon.
Slipping as a pass came wide, the ball clanged into his head. Merciless teammates now call him Gilbert, for the imprint on his forehead.
There were three minutes left. A combination of embarrassment and new-found fitness saw Beale make a try-saving cover tackle, but a Bok penalty took the lead -- and 79 minutes ticked over.
At first Beale thought Quade Cooper would kick it, and so did Cooper. But the message was run out: it's Beale's. Teammates turned to humour or feigned casualness.
"Just knock him over mate," said Berrick Barnes.
David Pocock grinned: "Don't worry. If you miss it, I'll still love you."
The distance wasn't a worry. Beale had nailed 10 from over 50m a day before at training, courtesy of tuition from former Bok Braam Van Straaten.
And thin air at altitude would do the rest. That much was clear in the warm-up when Beale was practising from 40m out and Bok fullback Frans Steyn joined him. Kicking the other way. Sixty metres on the fly.
Beale realised he didn't feel tired. Crowd noise blurred as his mind buried itself in his routine and cues.
Stay composed. Keep core stability. Head down. Leaning forward and staying over the ball. Weight going forward and strong into the ball.
"I didn't belt it, but when I hit I knew I had the distance," he said.
"Direction though, it started fading left. But then came back right."
Van Straaten would later tell them the very sweetest hits have a left-right fade.
A week on, Beale now thinks back to the Deans chat. He sees all the training and all the sacrifices and believes 11 months of hard work kicked that ball.
"All that work it adds up in the end, mate. And to get an opportunity to win a game for Australia, well, it's probably the best feeling you ever get."