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.
What do you do? Continue reading Speed
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.’
Continue reading A Tale of Two Cities
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.
Continue reading Ticking the Boxes
She wore a yellow dress with three stripes at the front. Red first, blue in the middle and then red again. Creamy white tights covered her legs, and pink shoes dangled in the air as she gently swung her feet backwards and forwards in time with the clickety clack of the train tracks.
As our eyes met, my first instinct was to look away, to pretend the gaze was incidental, to act almost as if I was surprised to have found myself looking in her direction, in any direction at all. But something deep down told me to hold for a second, to keep looking and see what I might find.
It might sound cliché, like something created with special effects for a movie scene, but I swear her eyes glistened. There’s no other word for it. They twinkled like stars in the sky, and at that moment it felt as if I’d never be able to look away. Continue reading ’Tis Better To Have Loved And Lost