No this post has nothing to do with the heroic efforts of a certain malay corporal who fought bravely fighting the japanese soldiers during world war 2 and was captured and bayoneted to his death tied to a tree. It is not even about war though there is some element of violence, blood and thunder and grass involved.
Hwachong is playing Njc tomorrow at their home ground and it represents a bittersweet homecoming of sorts for me. I know i have said this countless of times to the readers of this rather pathetic website but NJC soccer team has one of the fondest and most unforgettable memories in my brain. The other memories etched in my brain are rather obscene and i would rather not type them out.
The point is that the team spirit there is the strongest i have ever felt or have the misfortune of leaving. I wish i didn't but things happen and i don't want to look back.
I still remember shouting at each other encouraging each other to complete the diabolical fitness plans formulated by a certain PE teacher. We finished the runs TOGETHER as a TEAM and we pushed each other all the way, no matter how fast we were pushed to.
Maybe people from HC soccer wonder why i keep shouting during pt sessions or in a match. Maybe they wonder why i keep insisting we stick together. I wonder if they think im just acting like some big shot upsetting their social circles. I wonder.
When will you people get that its not about YOU. You are only as strong as your weakest man.
So what if you can complete 1km in 3 minutes. the bugger next to you who can only do 1 km in 7 minutes will get raped by the fitter meaner players in A div.
1 comment:
he wasnt a malay corporal he was a lieutenant. lieutenant adnan to be exact. get ure fact right.
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