2005 NRL Grand Final - Match Day

Match Day

The grand final was played at Sydney's Telstra Stadium before a crowd of 82,453. Television coverage of the match was provided by Nine's Wide World of Sports with commentary from Ray Warren, Peter Sterling, Paul Vautin, Phil Gould, Matthew Johns, Andrew Voss and Ben Ikin. The Veronicas and Pete Murray provided pre-match performances. A minute's silence was then held for the previous day's 2005 Bali bombings before Natalie Bassingthwaighte sung the Australian national anthem.

Wests
Tigers
Posit. North Queensland Cowboys
1 Brett Hodgson FB 1 Matt Bowen
2 Daniel Fitzhenry WG 2 Ty Williams
3 Shane Elford CE 3 Josh Hannay
4 Paul Whatuira CE 4 Paul Bowman
5 Pat Richards WG 5 Matt Sing
6 Benji Marshall 5/8th 6 Johnathan Thurston
7 Scott Prince (c) HB 16 Justin Smith
8 Anthony Laffranchi PR 8 Paul Rauhihi
9 Robbie Farah HK 9 Aaron Payne
10 John Skandalis PR 10 Shane Tronc
11 Ben Galea SR 11 Steve Southern
12 Mark O'Neill SR 12 Luke O'Donnell
13 Dene Halatau LF 13 Travis Norton (c)
14 Liam Fulton Int. 7 Brett Firman
15 Chris Heighington Int. 14 David Faiumu
16 Bryce Gibbs Int. 15 Mitchell Sargent
17 Todd Payten Int. 17 Rod Jensen
Tim Sheens Coach Graham Murray

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