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Mateship. It's just one word, but in my opinion, it will decide this year's premiership. It is that important. The team with the greatest level of mateship, the team who wants to play for each other more than anyone else, that team will win.
Why? Because in today's era, where professionalism is at its highest and training programs are similar across the board, the close games, the important games, they will come down to that little extra something. Sure, skills will be important, but everyone on their day can showcase their skills. The factor which can't be coached - mateship - that will count the most.
In football, mates mean so much. A mate is someone who will not let you down. You both trust each other, and you both have a real affection for one another, one that can't be explained. Some type of bond, or connection.
Your mate is the guywho, when you are doing it tough, and you want to give in, you don't, because you don't want to let him down.
There is no need for adversity or tough times for a mate to shine through. It might be just in everyday things at training, when you put your mate first. A guy walks in from training, exhausted, dehydrated and as thirsty as hell, and he gets the first cup of water. He turns around, sees you, and knowing how thirsty you are, he picks up the cup and hands it on to you, no words spoken. He's a mate.
Your mate is the guy, who, when you do something good on the football field, he goes out of his way to let you know that he appreciates it. A pat on the back, a hug, a handshake, a quiet word, or even a small peck on the cheek, he's proud of you and happy to be with you. He's a mate.
The team who will win this year's premiership is the team who will be most prepared to go to war for each other. The team who has 25 guys who want nothing more than to be able to help a friend out in the middle. 25 guyswho arewilling to share themselves with those around them, just for the team.
Here's a poem that sums mateship up perfectly:
I've travelled down some lonely roads, both crooked tracks and straight.
And I've learnt life's creed. Summed it up in one word - MATE.
I'm thinking back across the years (a thing I do lately) and these words stick between my ears: "You've got to have a mate."
My mind goes back to '43, to slavery and hate. When man's one chance to stay alive depended on his mate.
You'd slip and slither through the mud and curse your rotten fate.
But then you'd hear a quiet word - "Don't drop your bundle, mate."
And though it's all so long ago this truth I have to state - a man doesn't know what lonely means until he's lost his mate.
If there's a life that follows this, if there's a golden gate, the words that I want to hear are just "Good onya mate."
And when I've left the driver's seat, and handed in the plates, I'll tell old Peter at the door, I've come to join me mates.
Mates. They will decide this year's premiership. And at the moment, Parramatta looks to be the closest, most unified team. Let's sit back and enjoy the spectacle.
Why? Because in today's era, where professionalism is at its highest and training programs are similar across the board, the close games, the important games, they will come down to that little extra something. Sure, skills will be important, but everyone on their day can showcase their skills. The factor which can't be coached - mateship - that will count the most.
In football, mates mean so much. A mate is someone who will not let you down. You both trust each other, and you both have a real affection for one another, one that can't be explained. Some type of bond, or connection.
Your mate is the guywho, when you are doing it tough, and you want to give in, you don't, because you don't want to let him down.
There is no need for adversity or tough times for a mate to shine through. It might be just in everyday things at training, when you put your mate first. A guy walks in from training, exhausted, dehydrated and as thirsty as hell, and he gets the first cup of water. He turns around, sees you, and knowing how thirsty you are, he picks up the cup and hands it on to you, no words spoken. He's a mate.
Your mate is the guy, who, when you do something good on the football field, he goes out of his way to let you know that he appreciates it. A pat on the back, a hug, a handshake, a quiet word, or even a small peck on the cheek, he's proud of you and happy to be with you. He's a mate.
The team who will win this year's premiership is the team who will be most prepared to go to war for each other. The team who has 25 guys who want nothing more than to be able to help a friend out in the middle. 25 guyswho arewilling to share themselves with those around them, just for the team.
Here's a poem that sums mateship up perfectly:
I've travelled down some lonely roads, both crooked tracks and straight.
And I've learnt life's creed. Summed it up in one word - MATE.
I'm thinking back across the years (a thing I do lately) and these words stick between my ears: "You've got to have a mate."
My mind goes back to '43, to slavery and hate. When man's one chance to stay alive depended on his mate.
You'd slip and slither through the mud and curse your rotten fate.
But then you'd hear a quiet word - "Don't drop your bundle, mate."
And though it's all so long ago this truth I have to state - a man doesn't know what lonely means until he's lost his mate.
If there's a life that follows this, if there's a golden gate, the words that I want to hear are just "Good onya mate."
And when I've left the driver's seat, and handed in the plates, I'll tell old Peter at the door, I've come to join me mates.
Mates. They will decide this year's premiership. And at the moment, Parramatta looks to be the closest, most unified team. Let's sit back and enjoy the spectacle.
