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.’
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We should have seen this coming. Wet weather (the understatement of the year), early season Warriors and a Storm side who’ve been controlling the ruck since the beginning of time. If the dreadful forecast wasn’t enough to dampen your spirits, Cameron Smith kicking on the fourth tackle of the game should have been a strong indication that Friday night wasn’t going to be much fun for the almost 10,000 hardy souls who braved the conditions at Mt Smart Stadium. After a brief display of Warrior-ball, the match settled into a grind, against precisely the team you don’t want to be involved in a grind with, and Melbourne executed their gameplan far more efficiently than the men from Mt Smart.
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Twenty-five years ago, the New Zealand cricket team began a World Cup campaign that would go on to capture the imagination of the entire country, forever associating the phrase ‘Young Guns’ with positive memories among Kiwi sports fans. As it turns out, the so-called ‘Young Guns’ weren’t actually that young at all, but that’s beside the point. What we must learn from their march towards the semi-finals is that it was a collection of young and previously unheralded players who tipped the balance from good to great. Continue reading Young Guns
As I sat in the rain and prepared myself for the final game of the season, all I asked for was an enjoyable 80 minutes. I wanted something to give me hope that 2017 might be different, some sense that next year — the real next year rather than the promise of ‘next year’ — might come close to living up to expectations. I hoped to witness a group of players fully committed to give something back to the fans who braved the weather to watch them one last time in 2016, a group of players who respected the efforts of Thomas Leuluai enough to send him out on a high note, enough to have him kicking a goal from the sideline as time expired while the Mt Smart faithful stood as one to applaud.
But, most of all, I just wanted to smile.
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