Full disclosure: I thought long and hard about the value of writing another 1000 words about another disappointing evening watching our beloved Warriors. This past month, in particular, ever since the finals dream was over, it’s felt like everyone — players, coaching staff, media, fans — has been going through the motions waiting for this nightmare to end. And now, mercifully, that the end is here, there seems little need to explore the minutiae of the final nail in the coffin. The post-mortem results will be written in due course — the embalming solution has been injected and the superficial evidence has been recorded — but for a crime as severe as this season, it’s important not to rush things, it’s crucial that the examination is as thorough as possible. Continue reading It’s All About Completion
Honestly, I really don’t know what more there is to say. In what has rapidly become a miserable season, perhaps one of the most miserable in the club’s history, the loyal fans who turned out to Mt Smart Stadium on another wet evening, were yet again denied the chance to celebrate. It was a game that hadn’t seemed promising, and then suddenly seemed winnable, almost certain, before events, fate, wizardry, curses, the weather, the players — whichever of those you believe to be true — conspired against us. Another night that ended in disappointment. Another night that seemed to unfairly punish Warrior Nation’s loyal subjects.
Let’s not dwell on the events of Sunday evening for too long — it was a tough one to take after getting so close — so I’ll leave you with a few thoughts from the NRL Warrior desk and let you carry on with your day. Continue reading Tough to Take
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.
On Saturday night at Pepper Stadium, it took the Warriors just forty minutes to craft a work of absolute beauty. Guided by the steady hands of Kieran Foran, they built their biggest lead of the season, stacking up try after try until the score grew to 28–6. It was a mixture of precision,
pace and excitement that had everyone in Warrior Nation enraptured as the halftime whistle blew. Continue reading House of Cards