2008 Rugby League World Cup Final

The 2008 Rugby League World Cup Final was the final game of the 2008 Rugby League World Cup tournament and determined who would become World Cup-holders for the following five years. Played between New Zealand and Australia on 22 November 2008 at Australia's second-largest rectangular ground, Brisbane's Suncorp Stadium, it was Australia's Xth World Cup Final having played in each one since the second-ever in 1957, and New Zealand's 3rd. In what was one of the biggest rugby league upsets of all time, New Zealand beat Australia by 34-20 after trailing by four points at half time.

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