More than ten years ago now, I visited San Francisco’s Museum of Modern Art, affectionately known as the SFMOMA. I’m no art buff and definitely couldn’t identify a Monet from a Manet, but it was well worth the visit. There were wacky sculptures, impressive photos of things both old and new, and even a triple-barrel Elvis with guns drawn.
Pop quiz, Warrior Nation: You’re heading to the Gold Coast with your season on the brink of self-destruction, and when the whistle blows you’ll face a Titans team just as desperate as you.
What do you do?
You know that when you’re at your best, you can match it with anyone in the NRL, but the moment you take your foot off the pedal, bad things happen.
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It’s hard to imagine Charles Dickens was a big sports fan, let alone a frustrated member of Warrior Nation, but it’s almost impossible to argue with his powers of prediction. More than 150 years before Friday night’s loss to the Eels, Charlie put his frustration into words. ‘It was the best of times, it was the worst of times . . . it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us.’
Sound familiar?
What a relief.
This time last week, Warrior Nation was under attack. The noises were deafening, the opposition relentless and the suffering immense. We were weak, vulnerable, and some saw it as a perfect opportunity to come in for the kill.
Then came team-naming Tuesday, and the return of Simon Mannering gave us hope. As a veteran of many battles, and a man with great courage and commitment, he was someone we could believe in, someone who we knew would fight hard to restore honour to the Warrior name. Perhaps even more importantly, we saw a Brisbane squad depleted by Origin and injury. We saw weakness. Our belief grew stronger.
