You can learn a great deal from the past.
It is our losses, not our victories, that teach us the most, and for a team to achieve greatness, they must move forward together. They must be prepared to fight, for each other and for a common goal. Only then can they truly succeed. Continue reading Oh Captain, My Captain
Wednesday night was one of those nights. A re-run of that awful movie that’s screened far too often in cinemas throughout Warrior Nation in recent years. The opposition seems unstoppable, the men from Mt Smart can’t make a tackle and the game is lost before you’ve really registered what is happening.
It was a horrible night, one that brought back so many awful memories of seasons past. Six years of failure all rolled into one continuous loop of missed tackles and knock-ons. A never-ending collection of heads in hands and shirts pulled over the eyes and the frustration and the tears and the doubts and that feeling you get what you think it must be your turn to experience that winning feeling and it doesn’t seem fair that you can care this much about something and try so hard to give it everything you’ve got, to dedicate your time and money to something you can’t control without experiencing the joy and the absolute ecstasy of seeing all your dreams come true. It doesn’t seem fair.
Continue reading What Goes Up Must Come Down
It’s been a busy week at NRL Warrior HQ so there’s been no time to tell stories, but despite the men from Mt Smart sitting safely in the Top 4 regardless of what happens on Friday night, this game feels particularly important to set the tone for the remainder of the season. Here’s six things I’ll be watching out for against the Dragons. Continue reading Set of Six
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