Parki
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Round One 2004
The Start of A New Journey, in more ways than one
FRIDAY NIGHT will be remembered by me as the beginning of what has the potential to be a great season for Rugby League Fans. I made the trip down to Penrith, listened to their we are the premiers pre match entertainment, then watched us silence them with a dominating defensive effort that im sure al the boys would have been proud of. I yelled. I cheered. I screamed my guts out once again for the mighty Newcastle Knights, and let me tell you something. It felt good. Good that I was back once again supporting MY team.
For six months, I sat. I waited. Waited for this day when once again the mighty blue and red would stride out into battle. The usual Your teams a one man team calls started again, and I thought to myself, This is football Not a bunch of rapists like weve been portrayed in the media spotlight, but a group of passionate supporters determined to show that this game is the greatest game of all. So I stood up, turned around, and politely reminded the Penrith fans that it wouldnt matter if we were a one man team, just as long as we beat their sorry arses. Walking out of that ground with a victory was the most satisfying thing I could hope to achieve on Friday night.
Which brings me to the start of a new journey. At 12 00pm Sunday March 14th, a bloke by the name of Mark Peterson made his Third Grade debut for the butcher boys of Charlestown . A start right at the bottom, but a start nonetheless. Seventy Minutes and One hundred and Twelve points against later, I had finished my first game of rugby league. No longer was I watching . I may have been getting my arse well and truly kicked, but I wouldnt change one second of it.
Rugby League is about comraderie . Its about mateship and relying on the seventeen blokes around you to put their bodies on the line for you. Its about the beers at the club afterwards, talking about how the hell your gonna stop next weeks team from putting a hundred points on you. Its taking a late hit like I did today when we were down by 90 points, and getting up and playing the football in front of the guys bewildered face. Its the passion and commitment to travel far and wide, or to make that extra sprint at training when your body cant take anymore.
Whichever way you look at it, its Rugby League. Its back. And its better than Ever.
The Start of A New Journey, in more ways than one
FRIDAY NIGHT will be remembered by me as the beginning of what has the potential to be a great season for Rugby League Fans. I made the trip down to Penrith, listened to their we are the premiers pre match entertainment, then watched us silence them with a dominating defensive effort that im sure al the boys would have been proud of. I yelled. I cheered. I screamed my guts out once again for the mighty Newcastle Knights, and let me tell you something. It felt good. Good that I was back once again supporting MY team.
For six months, I sat. I waited. Waited for this day when once again the mighty blue and red would stride out into battle. The usual Your teams a one man team calls started again, and I thought to myself, This is football Not a bunch of rapists like weve been portrayed in the media spotlight, but a group of passionate supporters determined to show that this game is the greatest game of all. So I stood up, turned around, and politely reminded the Penrith fans that it wouldnt matter if we were a one man team, just as long as we beat their sorry arses. Walking out of that ground with a victory was the most satisfying thing I could hope to achieve on Friday night.
Which brings me to the start of a new journey. At 12 00pm Sunday March 14th, a bloke by the name of Mark Peterson made his Third Grade debut for the butcher boys of Charlestown . A start right at the bottom, but a start nonetheless. Seventy Minutes and One hundred and Twelve points against later, I had finished my first game of rugby league. No longer was I watching . I may have been getting my arse well and truly kicked, but I wouldnt change one second of it.
Rugby League is about comraderie . Its about mateship and relying on the seventeen blokes around you to put their bodies on the line for you. Its about the beers at the club afterwards, talking about how the hell your gonna stop next weeks team from putting a hundred points on you. Its taking a late hit like I did today when we were down by 90 points, and getting up and playing the football in front of the guys bewildered face. Its the passion and commitment to travel far and wide, or to make that extra sprint at training when your body cant take anymore.
Whichever way you look at it, its Rugby League. Its back. And its better than Ever.
