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I don't imagine a tear will roll down my eye as the whistle blows for the last home game with my beloved Emirates Western Force.

I can assure you however, that there will be plenty leading up to the time I run on to the pitch and more than likely a few more afterwards.

It seems so long ago that the team ran out to sing the national anthem at Subiaco before our first game in 2006, ironically against the Brumbies who we face on Saturday.

John Welborn was singing Advance Australia Fair wildly out of key, a baby-faced Richard Brown was still wet behind his then uncauliflowered ears and a 17-year-old man-child, David Pocock, was sitting in the stands waiting his turn.

I am not skilled enough at writing to put into words the emotion I have around the approaching game against the Brumbies.

So much passion rushes through me whenever I think of our club and the immense support we have received from day one, an unrelenting passion that sees the same faces each week turn up no matter what the circumstances.

Cheering us even when the chips have been down and never going away - a bit like Matty Hodgson really.

It's not even that unwavering support that makes me love the Force. It's all the people involved in and around the club that try and make it the best place it can be.

For me, it has been a labour of love so to speak. My only disappointment over the seven years is that I couldn't be on the field when we taste real, consistent success.

I'll probably be standing next to Scotty Staniforth or Luke Doherty sipping on a cold one when that happens.

I will remember the highs like the Hurricanes win after full-time in 2007, beating the Bulls at Loftus Versfeld the next season, David Hill's last-minute drop goal at home against the table-topping Stormers or smacking the Reds this year at home.

Sure, there have been a few lows, I can't avoid stating that, but I learnt how to handle many situations and if those lessons are well heeded, the club will only get stronger from them. My time in the jersey is coming to an end but I was only there to contribute to a bigger picture.

The Western Force are bigger than any individual could ever be and I am proud to have been lucky enough to represent this place.

What does running out for the last time in front of the sea of blue mean?

I guess it means I will never again experience a feeling quite the same that you, our supporters, have given me, or that my teammates have done over the years.

There have been hard-fought wins and close losses, massive highs with tough lows. All tremendous memories. Most importantly however, it means just being involved with great people.