First and fore mostly a bloody big congratulations, and high fives all round for making it to the second last stage of the UCT internal league. A feat achieved 5 years in a row since the inception of the PC’s in 2006, and our pristine track record is still in tact! An impressive achievement. I’m proud as a peacock, as should be you.
But now is not the time to gloat. Tomorrow we have our biggest test of the season thus far. Umbumbo are typically a quality and very fiery side, they give it their all and hate to lose. We’ve come up against them many times throughout the last 5 years, and both teams have a great amount of mutual respect (its not a rare occurrence to catch a cobra enjoying a gentle brew with an umbumbo at Tiger (Fez these days??) at 3.57am on a Saturday), however our track record speaks for itself. A track record that boldly tells tales of how we have come out the victor more often than not (ask Waz B for the exact figure). We are always hungrier. We are always harder. We are always better. We always fucking HATE losing more.
So Cobras go out there tomorrow and do what you do best. Give it your all. Go hard. No regrets.
I don’t want anyone sulking off to that changing room, head down, drinking a beer to drown the sorrow of loss, thinking if only I had given that much more. If only I had made that tackle, committed to that ruck, passed the ball, etc. No regrets.
No. I want you going into that changing room hearts full, knowing that win or lose
(Fucking win) you fucking gave it your all, that tonight you put your body on the line. And when that first ice cold gloriously golden lager starts gushing down your gullet, you are content in fact that you gave your absolute everything for your brother standing next to you in purple.
I leave you with this. Scarface knows the vibe….
Sending the best of luck from Croke Park in Dublin
OSB
Quade
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