C div finals
so they strut out arrogantly onto their pitch in their blue and white,doing their dismal copy of the New Zealand Haka. maybe these days the blue and yellow don't strike fear into the hearts of their opponents as they used to do in the past, but there was no fear in them, just a quiet confidence. these boys stared unflinchingly into the challenge issued by the Saints before huddling together to pray.
i started out thinking i was going to support Saints (as my friends and former enemies can testify i am not a big fan of ACS) but their arrogance and the quiet underdog-type confidence of the boys in blue and yellow reminded me of us last year and i had a complete change of heart just as the whistle blew for the kickoff.
and the huge saints rumbled on for the first try of the game, just keeping the ball and taking it in tight. at this time i found myself sitting with the RI boys and talking with next year's B div captain, who said that the Saints would whitewash ACS. i have never seen this team play before but i told him that mentally ACS was very strong and would never fold without giving a very hard fight, it would take the hand of fate or an inhuman committment and aggression from the opposition to beat them.i was right, a couple of minutes later ACS put their first points on the board with a converted try. minutes later, a penalty from the boot of their impressive kicker who eventually had a 100% conversion rate brought the score up to 10-7 in favour of ACS.
didn't catch the moment of flair from the saints backline whose chip and chase led to a try because i was trying to get food from the refreshments table with zhu and justin but yeah it put the score up to 12-10 in favour of SAS. henceforth the saints faded, their huge forward pack obviously tiring out while the smaller, tighter, fitter and more committed boys in the blue and yellow continued to pile into the rucks and mauls like men possessed. infringement after infringement followed and were duly punished by the impeccable boot of the AC kicker to eventually bring the score up to 16-12 before oakley finally brought the curtain down at the final whistle.
the passion and guts of the boys in yellow and blue won through in the end. the cheer of the crowd as their captain lifted the championship shield with a fierce roar made me nostalgic for the days gone by. the resultant brief feeling that you are on top of the world cannot be bought with all the money in the world, it can only be earned through blood, sweat, tears, and comradeship, amplified by the pride in the emblem etched on the left breast. despite what elisha said i had to watch these boys of 14 years of age do the real Haka. I was right, their passion and pride made it as electrifying as the All Blacks on Starsports. there is something you can learn from everyone you meet, today the essence of life was revealed to me: there is really nothing as important as pride and passion.
i started out thinking i was going to support Saints (as my friends and former enemies can testify i am not a big fan of ACS) but their arrogance and the quiet underdog-type confidence of the boys in blue and yellow reminded me of us last year and i had a complete change of heart just as the whistle blew for the kickoff.
and the huge saints rumbled on for the first try of the game, just keeping the ball and taking it in tight. at this time i found myself sitting with the RI boys and talking with next year's B div captain, who said that the Saints would whitewash ACS. i have never seen this team play before but i told him that mentally ACS was very strong and would never fold without giving a very hard fight, it would take the hand of fate or an inhuman committment and aggression from the opposition to beat them.i was right, a couple of minutes later ACS put their first points on the board with a converted try. minutes later, a penalty from the boot of their impressive kicker who eventually had a 100% conversion rate brought the score up to 10-7 in favour of ACS.
didn't catch the moment of flair from the saints backline whose chip and chase led to a try because i was trying to get food from the refreshments table with zhu and justin but yeah it put the score up to 12-10 in favour of SAS. henceforth the saints faded, their huge forward pack obviously tiring out while the smaller, tighter, fitter and more committed boys in the blue and yellow continued to pile into the rucks and mauls like men possessed. infringement after infringement followed and were duly punished by the impeccable boot of the AC kicker to eventually bring the score up to 16-12 before oakley finally brought the curtain down at the final whistle.
the passion and guts of the boys in yellow and blue won through in the end. the cheer of the crowd as their captain lifted the championship shield with a fierce roar made me nostalgic for the days gone by. the resultant brief feeling that you are on top of the world cannot be bought with all the money in the world, it can only be earned through blood, sweat, tears, and comradeship, amplified by the pride in the emblem etched on the left breast. despite what elisha said i had to watch these boys of 14 years of age do the real Haka. I was right, their passion and pride made it as electrifying as the All Blacks on Starsports. there is something you can learn from everyone you meet, today the essence of life was revealed to me: there is really nothing as important as pride and passion.
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