leaves on the seine.

Friday, February 18, 2005

voices silenced; hearts anguished.

While others may look to external factors beyond our control to blame for the loss. I would very much prefer to look within the team and to decipher the problems and the cracks that were snaking across the whole team.
The loss, jst like it did to everybody else, took me by complete surprise.
However the warning signs were there, no doubt. I just had that sickening gut feeling that something wrong was going to happen. That feeling was epitomised perfectly when Alfred Nathan who was the only tchr i/c there tdy, told us as a form of motivation, how the Japanese who were on the war to invading Pearl Harbour was fired up, especially after the pilots saw the rising sun which resembled their own flag. It then began to rain heavily. As if the Gods themselves were sending down showers of rain in abhorrent dissent to what he jst said. To counter what Alfred said. Heh.
It continued to rain throughout the match. Every drop soaking into our pore, dampening our hopes as try after try was helplessly scored against us. It was depressing. The aftermath of the onslaught was pretty obvious. Faces at a loss, blank stares i got from everybody.

Nevertheless, let us put this game behind us. The season still can be salvaged guys. It's all up there in your mind, on whether you want it and how much you want it. Keep the Josephian fire in you ablaze, gentlemen. It'll all be good.

Zul.

Posted by zul at 6:21 AM