Southern Sting - Final Season

Final Season

2007 Squad

  • Natalie Avellino
  • Sarah Barnes
  • Liana Barrett-Chase
  • Erika Burgess
  • Hayley Crofts
  • Jenny Ferguson
  • Megan Hutton
  • Donna Loffhagen (now Wilkins)
  • Te Huinga Reo Selby-Rickit
  • Wendy Telfer
  • Adine Wilson
  • Daneka Wipiiti

2007 Season (Sting first)

  • Rd1: Sting vs Force (46-51)
  • Rd2: Sting vs Flyers (67-34)
  • Rd3: Sting vs Shakers (81-33)
  • Rd4: Sting vs Magic (65-44)
  • Rd5: Sting vs Rebels (60-50)
  • Rd6: Sting vs Diamonds (50-42)
  • Rd7: Sting vs Flames (54-46)
  • Semi 1: Sting vs Force (39-47)
  • Semi 2: Sting vs Magic (50-48)
  • Final: Sting vs Force (50-49)

The Sting took the 2007 title to regain the National Bank Cup for the 7th and final time from the Northern Force in Auckland 50–49. Coach Robyn Broughton featured in her 100th match, and the cup returned to its home after two seasons with the Waikato/BOP Magic. Through the regular season, the Sting defeated out some tough opposition, including the Auckland Diamonds and Otago Rebels. Magic were knocked out of the competition a week earlier in Invercargill by the Sting, 50–48. Former Silver Fern Julie Coney believing it was the competition's best ever match.

Through the season, the Invercargill based team won all but one round robin game. Favourites to take the title, their season was put in question when they went down to the Silver Fern studded Northern Force in the major semi final. But fighting back, Sting celebrated with a city parade a month later after the final, where Invercargill mayor Tim Shadbolt congratulated the team. The competition's cup still sits proudly in the Stadium Southland trophy cabinet, alongside the national leagues old cup – the Coca Cola.

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