IT HAD to be Nick Riewoldt. Who else? First came the towering
mark to give them back the lead in the last quarter. Then the
toe-poke off the ground in the goal square to give them the
certainty of victory.  Last night Riewoldt did what has been
expected of the best players with claims to the elite when he
shouldered the burden of a preliminary final and delivered for
the Saints.  St Kilda, the best team of the first 22 rounds, is
now through to its first grand final since 1997 and possibly its
first flag since the club's memorable day in 1966.  It was a
grimly fought win, as St Kilda victories are under Ross Lyon,
but it was dogged and determined and built on character. It had
to be so because the Dogs made it so. The Bulldogs, seeking to
make just their third grand final, fell - as ever - achingly
short in the preliminary final.  The bogey that has haunted the
Dogs came back again when they led for most of the game and
looked the better, more composed, team for much of the night
only to be over-run and outla