It is the most iconic image in rugby league - "The Gladiators" - the photograph capturing the post match exchange between mud-covered captains Norm Provan and Arthur Summons in the wake of St George's 8-3 victory over Wests in the 1963 grand final.
The photograph was cast into three dimensions and now serves as the premiership trophy for the NRL.
The nature of the exchange has been endlessly conjectured upon, conjecture that is now not required, because I'm about to give it to you, straight from Winx's mouth.
As the NSW/Country coach, Arthur Summons coached me for many years, during which time I got to know him very well.
Well enough that I once got comfortable enough, while on a flight back to Australia from New Zealand, to ask him, "So, what did you say to Norm Provan?'"
And he was comfortable enough - inflight "service" in those days being what it was - to give me an honest answer.
Summons told me he asked Provan: "How much did you pay the ref?"
"More than you did," was Provan's reply.
There you have it. Breaking news.
It says a lot, I think, this centrepiece of the game being, in actuality, a query into the nature of the refereeing...
Future star coach Jack Gibson, who was known to associate with "colourful identities" at the time in what has become known as Sydney's "'seedy underbelly," played for Wests in that grand final.
The referee was Darcy Lawler. Lawler was rumoured to be quite big on the punt and was looking at a six hundred pound windfall if St George won.
Gibson was involved, early in the match, in a scrap with Provan. Lawler threatened Gibson with an early shower, to which Gibson reportedly replied: 'Send me off and I'll give you up.'
The ref was bent, and people knew! Lawler retired after that match.
It's a funny parallel to this last weekend's bit of refereeing with St George once again triumphing through another piece of extremely dodgy whistle work.
What's the point of the multi-million dollar expense, "The Bunker," if you're not going to use it?
NRL head of football Graham Annesley has since stated that the referee in the match got it wrong.
Referee Dave Munro's decision not to refer to "the bunker" may well have cost Manly the match.
Even the most obviously problem-free tries these days tend to be referred to the bunker. Why not this one?
Munro's adjudication was, at the very least, mysterious.
The question for me becomes one of whether, perhaps, referees are operating under instructions that we don't know about. They certainly don't appear to be refereeing the game in front of them.
Annesley was making noises pre-season about refereeing being somehow directed towards "rewarding teams that are playing entertaining football".
He didn't go into any specifics about how this should be achieved but many of the more unusual decisions so far in the season are suggestive, to me at least, that the refs are operating according to some form of agenda.
If so, it's a slippery slope.
For my money the rules are the rules; black and white.
Making room, somehow, for "interpretation" of the rules in the interests of entertainment becomes, to me, a dangerous challenge to the integrity of the game.
The result is we are seeing matches being decided by referees, and I don't think anybody really wants that.
And if it isn't the referee it's the bloody "golden point".
Storm and Roosters: Drawn. Roosters win the toss; Storm kick off.
Roosters pot a field goal in the first set of six. The Storm never got the ball.
Is this really a satisfactory method of settling things?
Going back to the picture of Summons and Provan, the other thing that comes to mind is the physical discrepancy in the make-up of the two men.
Provan towers over Summons, who was, at the time, the captain of Australia.
Statistics released this week show that the average NRL player is 20 to 30 kilos heavier than the footballers of yesteryear.
There is definitely a uniformity developing in the physique of the modern player, and I'm not so sure that this trend is a good thing.
The real beauty is the brains behind the brawn. The playmakers.
Where are the Peter Sterlings these days? Is there a place for a Sterling, or a Fulton, or a Langer in today's game?
We're still seeing wingers scoring incredible tries off the back of Mack trucks going down the middle.
But everybody's playing the same style of football. The only difference is the colour of the jerseys.
I can't help but wonder where is the game heading?
It's a testament to the sport that it has weathered the seemingly endless scandal of recent years but I worry about its future.
The feeding system is broken. Rugby league, probably due to the size mismatches resulting from the move to age rather than weight categorisations, is no longer really played in the schools.
And the administration isn't talking about this stuff.